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Children of the burning sands

Carry their dust etched desires

Burning heat scorches the inner being

A world of puddles made of cracks

And a land of red and gold

Where even a blade of grass cuts like a knife

Children of the scorched thirst

May ever wander the green earth

But carry the desert in their hearts

The rolling thunder of hope sweeps by

And all stop for the heat lightning

For even a broken promise from the clouds

Brings awe and splendor

But on the one beautiful day

The only perfect storm of the year

Big fat hot raindrops fall

You will find everyone dancing outside.