Sacra Terra

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Sacra Terra

A season without reason

A season without time

A season full of passion

A changing of the clime

Walking through giant forests

Whispering among the green

Singing of past glories

We felt our planet’s time

Then the forests fell afire

And the meadows flooded grey

One more species had expired

The dawn of our judgement day


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