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No Oxygen
The air is full of dust
It’s difficult to breathe
Cars are all around, just
There’s no place to flee
How comes we have gone
So far form our roots
The green, the plants, the farm
And our grandparents’ mood
The city is killing us
But we have to choose
To live in stress and take that bus
Or to live healthy but poor
True true, what we have to sacrificed, I just composed Try Dancing In The Rain, and it reminded me of what you said, we just have to close our eyes and listen, from it we can compose a million poems. Keep on writing, a lot can seek refuge from your poems.