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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
