| I can’t conceive the nucleus of all
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| Begins inside a tiny seed
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| And what we think as insignificant
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| Provides the purest air we breathe
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| But who am I to doubt or question
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| The inevitable being
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| For these are but a few discoveries
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| We find inside the Secret Life of Plants
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| A species smaller than the eye can see
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| Or larger than most living things
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| And yet we take from it without consent
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| Our shelter, food, habilment
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| But who am I to doubt or question
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| The inevitable being
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| For these are but a few discoveries
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| We find inside the Secret Life of Plants
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| But far too many give them in return
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| A stomp, cut, drown, or burn
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| As is they’re nothing
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| But if you ask yourself where would you be
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| Without them you will find you would not
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| And some believe antennas are their leaves
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| That spans beyond our galaxy
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| They’ve been, they are and probably will be
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| Who are the mediocrity
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| But who am I to doubt or question
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| The inevitable being
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| For these are but a few discoveries
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| We find inside the Secret Life of Plants
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| For these are but a few discoveries
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| We find inside the Secret Life of Plants |