When the Grass Stopped Growing

This hate eclipses my view

too late I see my mistakes

I know I'm missing the beauties

that reside in these clear lakes

The grass has stopped growing

cut short forever and ever

to make it healthy again

is a task in which I won't endeavour

The sun will rise

lighting up a new land

This I shall'nt witness

for I'm buried in the sand

Don't dig me out

I'm afraid of this new land

I lie here in comfort

I won't grasp your hand

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