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The land lies in waiting,

and although it is dry,

there is water near by.

Riches are in the soil,

held there by the parchedness,

parch with water a few feet away.

In a canal going to other lands,

some of the lands are poor,

and some are rich,

all need the water,

to the rich it goes,

passing this dry land by,

leaving the riches locked,

to free them in other lands.

Yet for waters not used,

there would be riches more,

someday a canal will come.

In when water here will be,

the land its riches yield,

water having freed them,

has done a great work,

so that the world is repaid,

and no land is thrown away.