'the world'

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Silence came to me. The word was suddenly empty, and the dialogue numb.  I wasn’t sure whether I was in a dream or elsewhere. 
When I was a kid I  Didn't undersand Why people Would beg to leave this place They would call it boring and ugly and terrible It was only until now that I understand
Oh rising sun how beautiful you are Hey shining moon of the fourteenth And yes, the shiny stars, Here, the trees who are spreading love with fragrances of different flowers And butterflies of different colors,
One planet Many here Living their habits Thinking clear Ideals are necessary For friends to get But it also creates adversaries And we won't forget
Through different eyes we see the world.I see the poor, struggling alone,Limited by their circumstances,Held back through no fault of their own. I see climate change as a threat,
The star shine is bright, blinding sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow so she has to squint. The contrast of light against the  total black of the night sky is nearly unbearable.  
You know... I have this craving They say at my age That a base, hormonal Rage Is basically part of The teenage package
Nothing lasts forever But the world is timeless What good is it to destroy it? What are we getting out of it? We are in the mode of survival We are trying to make ends meet Giving to our children
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