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Bob Murphy
One day, the Earth will no longer exist
All that we know and love, forever gone
Nobody will be there to feel the mist
Or feel their feet drag across the wet lawn
The depths of the ocean will be no more
Through the open skies birds will not fly
No difference between the rich and the poor
Because we are all only passing by
There will be no flowers for us to smell
But at least they and us are here for now
There will be nobody for us to tell
About that pig, that chicken, or that cow
Even if we won’t be here forever
We should enjoy our brief endeavor
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