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When I look in the mirror, I see what not to be seen. Buildings so tall with cars so rapid, earthly beings overcome by such fetid. I see golden grains turn to dust, trees cut down for humans rush –gold was once it was, now rusty bronze with as shade of brass.805Please respect copyright.PENANAMcEMXNAG16 8964 copyright protection801PENANAvMErx4IwE7 維尼