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Jan 2021
The stars and the moon
hang from above
any time now
the sun
The ground beneath
hard and dry
we pray
we cry
for the rains that passed us by
a return trip
relieve us now
this grip
of brittleness
Relieve us
please
the fatigue
of this earth
and give us back
it's worth
Written by
Chani Goldstein
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