the moon will lost it's glory
the sea and ocean will run dry
the forest will wither
darkness will take over the day
man will lose lose his life
everything will vanish
running heater skeeter is meaningless
everything on earth will be vanish.
we are all traders here
and will certainly leave
those we stored those who store treasure like a mad man should note that...
the world is to much you can't gather it all alone
no food for lazy man well, agreed but working so hard would only fetch little out of the world resources
more haste; less speed
is what you get at each struggling minute
the more you look the; the less you see
isn't this world useless
are the things in it not worthless
we've all borrow a wondering leaf
little remain here on earth; but every hour from that eternal silence is saved
jingle the block at each passing by
even before the advent of clock cock had been crown
isn't the world too much with us
can one tour it all
let every one who know's that he can never tour every part of the world march the eyes of the world gently so to avoid stepping on the eyes of the earth.
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