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Life's Life Line

Their use never ends
As they go through the bends
To bathe, wash and clean
And still we are mean

They are the true life line
Their changing colour is a sign
Even though they quench our thirst
We do not put them first

“They will always be there
So why should I spare
Even if they die out
Someone else will shout”

This attitude is a norm
We cannot fathom the storm
High time that we stop
Or be left with a drop

We can still change our course
Ensure we take care of the source
Today, let us all take a pledge
Not money, but rivers we hedge 

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