The landslides notices
It arrives on the raining season
The danger to the motorists
The living burial think about it
The billions spend
The living grave it has become
Though it has cut traveling time
For the future we pay
The steep slopes
The Nature doors snapped
There lies our predicament
Of raining spell the red light
Do we learn?
We just never do
The positive trends
It hardly crawls up to raise flag
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