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You indure the valleys lows
the world could be yours
climb the frozen mountains
the world could be yours
travel through the grassy plains
the world could be yours
As a watermelon
On the Earth
Rooted, not strong
Kissing burning dirt
While to me the tall tree beared no shade
Stood by me with no shame
Not one leaf above me
And that hunger for the weak