The tower is growing taller now,
the wind is blowing strong;
The Tree is growing thicker while
the smokestack blows its steam.
The flames are growing taller here,
the forest growing thin,
while birds fly fast and far away
knowing never they'll return.
The air is growing thicker while
the mountains growing higher,
The grass is slowly dying as
our houses are growing smaller.
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