The haze is bad
It never gives the bright
sunshine
In the early morning rise
On the mountain range
The haze takes control
The white smog on the sky
It never gives us the good
air
It gives us bad
People get sick
Cough and headaches
The minute pollutants
The clinics will do
roaring business
The over 200 hotspots
Indonesia doesn't want to
reply
It keeps the elegant
silence
The forests fires wave
along
The haze is bad
It isn't a welcoming sign
It makes us sick
The mountain range can't
be seen
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