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Desolation
Out to the pastures I'd go each morn

Plow the field and sow my seed

Optimistic and not yet scorn

This hollow heart an easy read

Each day'd go by, no crop would sprout

The soul can't live with what's without.


Day to dark my callus crept

Drowned In dreams the demons slept

Concealed by night the tears I wept

A soul out...