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My river has dried up,
I live now in its bed;
My soil has turned to sand,
like a snake my clothes iv shead,
My sky has a sad refrain,
from the vibrations of the sun,
for months it does not rain,
the heat beats down like a drum;
My river has dried up,
my tools are worn and broke,
i can not dig a well,
it seems like a very cruel joke;
My river has dried up,
in this land so barren and stark,
If only i could fly away,
Soaring high like an eagle or lark;
I live now in its bed;
My soil has turned to sand,
like a snake my clothes iv shead,
My sky has a sad refrain,
from the vibrations of the sun,
for months it does not rain,
the heat beats down like a drum;
My river has dried up,
my tools are worn and broke,
i can not dig a well,
it seems like a very cruel joke;
My river has dried up,
in this land so barren and stark,
If only i could fly away,
Soaring high like an eagle or lark;
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