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The Lakes

Pollution and overcrowding the Earth's limit is near, if there is to be no solution just take me far from here. Take me to the lakes of that ancient monastic city, to the Hills of Glendalough to live in peace, to live in pity. Take me to the Lakes hidden beneath majestic fog, away from crowds cloaked in sickness away from cities masked in smog. Take me to the Lakes where flora and fauna still survive, where wildly wildflowers grow where nature still thrives. Take me to the Lakes to breathe the clean summer air, to bathe in glacial pools of blue and spend my days without a care. Take me to the Lakes to sleep under the stars, on dandelions i'll dream is there really life on Mars?

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