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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.517Please respect copyright.PENANAB9kePfmIlY 8964 copyright protection513PENANAYg6DfLKhy1 維尼