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a natural lack of life where none belongs |
| The heat gives way and cold comes in As moonlit nights on dunes begin Where water is a fair exchange For business done across this range By day skin burns, by night bones chill The air one breathes remains so still Beneath, the trails of pale rolling mass Shift by like a broken hourglass Within this place life rarely moves These grounds can feed no horses hooves No greater gift this place can gain Than just a single drop of rain |