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A soft summer forest covers,
A mountain range of life discovers,
A far, far horizon that smothers,
A man-made line of divide…
The earth’s green warmth soon chills,
The colors of autumn leaves spills.
The yellow, yellow paints the hills,
The two nations won’t color-bind.
They are rainbows that flutter down,
They slowly change to dark brown,
They gently, gently settle to the ground,
They join the death of a pilot.
The bare trees disclose a reason,
Then man acts just like the season,
Then a peace, peace start-a-freezing,
Then countries begin to hate.
When culture’s borders can cease shame,
When leaders point the fingers to blame,
When live life becomes a game,
Fall peace may fall, fall to war!! …