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Pristine

Pristine is the word that hardly fits like sour is sweet it’s just a misfit but its the closet we’ve come to describing that place what happened there was a worldly disgrace oh how in our hunger for power and fuel we’ve chose a path laid by fools and now we must pay such a dear price In plants and birds and other animal life all because we failed to heed the warnings… and not think twice and the word of this deed shall get around… on how we destroyed PRINCE WILLIAM SOUND

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