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The Love of Nature, what a human, so busy.
No time, no rime to see, the magic, the love.
God did, did for us, to feel and be the ones. 
Human's thought, Long a time, parts too little. 
Only a second with, open wild, open nature, no sense.
Graciously, among, the human, spends it, on no way.
No sense, no life, without the love, of Nature. 
(C) Shenelle Seve. 
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