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You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Rewrite. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
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Rewrite this poem from the style of Shel Silverstein's "Where the Sidewalk Ends" to the style of the poem "Crow Blacker Than Ever," by Ted Hughes

There is a park where the pavement ends
And where the wilderness does begin,
And there the wildflowers grow tall and white,
And there the sun shines yellow and bright,
And there the golden eagles always take flight
To fly and soar in the wind.

Let's run from this place where nature can't contend
And tall buildings against which the sky must defend.
Past the sidewalks where in cracks flowers do grow
We will drive at a speed that is steady and slow,
And follow the roads to the mountains doth go
To the park where the pavement ends.

Yes, we'll drive at a speed that is steady and slow,
And we'll follow the roads to the mountains doth go,
For the creatures, they mark, and the creatures, they know
The park where the pavement ends. 
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When wilderness, repulsed by humans,
Turns inward to its forests,
And humans, so scared of the wild,
Turned back to their concrete,
The Earth looked like tearing apart.

But the road ... the road
The road wove them back together,
Weaving wilderness and man as one-

So wilderness blew but with the humans' might.
And the humans cried out but with wilderness' fury.

And the seam where wilderness and man joined pulled,
Threatened to tear the world apart once and for all.
A contention beyond apprehension.

The drive never ceased.

Wilderness could not understand human nor human wilderness.

The drive

Grew.