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  • Andre Lamartin

The Gift of Nature

In nature we find what is lost,

A peace that comes at no cost.

Freedom so priceless and pure,

Walls become hard to endure.

Serenity that comes at a price,

Is an illusion concealing a vice.

Nature does not charge in gold,

For a peace that cannot be sold.

If money be the measure of all,

Nature’s gift has no price at all.

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