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Barren lands

The land is barren, the rain is gone Not a grain, not a corn I hold my father's hand, tears rolling down his face, he missed the soil, on this land The sun we used to complain about said a goodbye sending us a drought No evaporation, no rain No one was really fain! Now he cries and hides How are we going to eat? There is nothing to fill our tummies! It seems the world has turned grey and black!
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Apr 24, 2020
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