Cough my world
illuminated by opaque stars,
gray is the sky,
I can hardly see it.
The birds miss their nests,
that indolent hands knocked down,
and maybe the new generations,
they will read stories of a clean sea
that took yesterday.
The children will walk with their heads down,
as royalty will,
the sea rushes polluted
and the green increasingly dries up,
let's leave a different world,
I planted many trees
and still not enough.
Let us fight for a better world, without vices, without pollution, without crime, without environmental exploitation and that peace and love reign our hearts. 
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