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Nature (Villianelle)
The flowers are slowly dying
I don’t really know what to do
Nature is slowly reviving
Everyone is walking, talking
I don’t really know what to do
The flowers are slowly dying
It is coming back, the new spring,
And there is the brilliant blue
Nature is slowly reviving
What’s that horrible useless thing?
It sits there with nothing to do
The flowers are slowly dying
There was the quiet flash of wing
As the blindingly white bird flew
Nature is slowly reviving
Quiet are humans destroying
For even the small children know
The flowers are slowly dying,
Nature is slowly reviving
