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The day broke futile and green
Beauty was everywhere so pristine
All creation sung in such harmony
Till man proved that he was the true dummy
He forgot that each breath he took
Came from a love that he forsook
And that he offered it up again
As incense into nostrils, he filled with sin
Even I knowing this to be true
Would in my vanity do the same thing too
Offer up death and the stench of sin
Giving no regard to the one who lives within
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