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We Are The Echo Of The Future.

On The Last Day Of The World I Would Want To Plant A Tree

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The Global Warming Is Going On. These Are Not Single Cases. These Are All Part Of A General Way We've Been Looking At The World. As Long As We Look At The World That Way It's Going To Go On. Because The Idea That The Important Thing Is For Some People Get Rich While The Rest Of The People Work For Them Is Very Deeply Dug In...

My Cradle Was A Shoe.