I don't want to lose the Ancient Forest It's been here a thousand years before us If we cut it down It's only stumps on the ground And there'll be nothing for our sons And daughters And there'll be nothing for our sons And daughters What are we going to do? Everywhere I go, the forest is disappearing Crying out to stop. Who is hearing? And if we don't stop this madness Nothing will be left. . . What are we going to do? What are we going to do? I don't want to lose this earth And now we have to choose- What is life worth There are species that are dying Don't be mistaken Oh, the life that we're destroying Can't be created What are we going to do? What are we going to do?
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