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| Crystals of beauty, crystals of old, A gift from heaven, so pure so cold! For some it's Santa, others how neat! Piano for the homeless on the street. You have no discernment, no hate; Crown every top with eight-foot slate. Elders fear you: children love you, Crystals of heaven, how old are you? Your mood changes O so often, Suddenly harsh, still, then soften. How long do you plan to stay, To keep the children at play? Children of heaven, children of old! Hear my story, hear it unfold. Love the planet, save the Earth, Do it with honour for all its worth!
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