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Chances come and then they’re gone

It’s carved in stone what we’ve done wrong.

So let’s take care of what we have

Before the good we know goes bad

And the beauty fades and she slips away

The dirty air, the dying seas

Can this be the world we leave?

To the wild and young,

Just look at what we’ve done

And right before our eyes,

Today’s yesterday can be tomorrow’s goodbye.