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The landscape is barren
The wind blown is warm
Some bathe in the sunlight
Some burn with its scorn
Some lie there in waiting
With unquenchable thirst
Except the water is gone
From this dry, dessert earth
Some see a plant so far away
Those who go to explore it find, it's a cactus decayed
Nothing can live in this terrible land
So full of heat, dryness, and sand
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