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Mother Earth
Red roses
under a blue sky.
Living to give us hope,
rocking with the wind.
A girl,
black like the night,
is dancing with the flowers.
Hiding in the wind,
running away from a higher lord.
Those red roses,
trampled by thousand armies,
killed by many swords,
are protecting her from dark side.
Leading her to heaven,
free, she’s now,
and with the red roses,
is she loving the world…
Our Mother Earth