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I am earth's native:
 No rearranging it!
I be creative,
 Chopping and changing it?

4.
March, men, my fellows!
 Those who, above me,
(Distance so mellows)
 Fancy you love me:
Those who, below me,
 (Distance makes great so)
Free to forego me,
 Fancy you hate so!