Earth changes.
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All I am
Wind and sage
Tribal call is strong,
Been gone so long
I seem no age
So I ramble on and on.
Arctic chill – it seperates
The polar cap is lost,
Thermal core won’t generate
I simply turn to frost.
Melting pot – my universe
I go back to sea,
Dwell inside a tiny shell
Lost in mystery.
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