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The day broke futile and green Beauty was everywhere so pristine All creation sung in such harmony Till man proved that he was the true dummy He forgot that each breath he took Came from a love that he forsook And that he offered it up again As incense into nostrils, he filled with sin Even I knowing this to be true Would in my vanity do the same thing too Offer up death and the stench of sin Giving no regard to the one who lives within