In this barren land,
I am a restless soul,
Longing for the rain that never comes,
A memory of times gone by.
Days stretch on,
With no relief in sight,
A thirst that cannot be quenched,
A longing that cannot be put right.
Memories of rain,
Fade with each passing day,
A yearning for a time long past,
A longing that cannot be swayed.
In this dry and barren land,
I am a restless soul,
Longing for the rain that never comes,
A memory of times gone by.
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