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The Desert
The tumbleweed rolls
Slowly and effortlessly
Across the deserted plains.
Children play
As the sun sets
Behind the mountains.
A chill sets in
Sending lovers to
Cuddle on their couches.
Predators hunt their prey
In the moonlight
As the wind blows, and the dust settles
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