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Heavy clouds above the ocean,
send your healing, soothing
waters,
for this land is sere and barren,
and its sands are red with
blood.
We have seen a wicked winter
where the wars raged through
the mountains.
Many marks from awful battles
stain the empty river
beds.
A bright sun rose every morning,
magnifying all the
murders.
Many months have passed since rain fell,
and the sands are
stained with blood.
Heavy clouds above the ocean,
send your healing, soothing
waters,
for this land is sere and barren,
and its sands are red with
blood.
