Tears of sand, they flow from the eyes of the sad face of the land, these tears i cant stand, of the gracefull land that beauty it once had, these caused by hands, the greed of the pigs they even eat ants, tears now of sand we wade through where ones we had floods, please help me understand, why should we all be there and no words, there we had a a beautiful forest and vast wet grounds, we have nothing now only tree stumps, hunger once suppressed by fig trees,
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