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Sympathetic Stars
There’s no point in denying
Our cherished world is dying.
We’re choking it to death
With ill-considered breath
From factories and cars;
Soon sympathetic stars
Will weep at our demise
And curse our leaders’ lies.
Thursday 6th October 2022 6:54 am
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