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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.734Please respect copyright.PENANAAdZ6fFkyI8 8964 copyright protection730PENANAuI0uHIDb8w 維尼