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Borneo
What will you sell when it’s gone?
What will you eat when it’s done?
Where will you live when it’s dust?
This isn’t a choice it’s a must
How will you breathe without trees?
What will you grow without bees?
The greed of the businessman’s lust
There’s no one left now to trust
How will the future be told?
How will the story unfold?
The Earth we were given on trust
What you have done is unjust
Watch as the Earth slowly dies
The orang-utan looks on and sighs
She is helpless and cannot adjust
We are left with a sense of disgust
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