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WHEN THE WIND IS SLOW
AND THE FIRE'S HOT
THE VULTURE WAITS TO SEE WHAT ROTS
OH HOW PRETTY
ALL THIS SCENERY
THIS IS NATURE'S SACRIFICE
WHEN THE AIR BLOWS THROUGH
WITH A BRISK ATTACK
THE REPTILE TAIL RIPPED FROM IT'S BACK
WHEN THE SUNS SETS
WE WILL NOT FORGET
THE RED SUN OVER PARADISE