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Comme le soleil, 

Tu laisses sans pensée. 

Le vent, un tempête–

à l’intérieur de ton esprit.

Amor et détester, 

Candle light– 

Flickering in– 

the night. 

Wisps of the dark– 

A dreaded freight. 

Whispered words– 

As a kid I would sit and listen to the rain, 

Thinking of Mother Earth’s pain.

I knew our climate was rising, 

My worry went ignored, unsurprising.