Hallowed hills and windswept dunes, gone are the days of sunlit moons
Gone away and into the night, traded for darkness, eager to fight
The windswept dunes and hills of green, dry and dusty never to be seen
Gone are the seekers longing for peace, gone are the smiles, now angry and creased
Where do I find you with a sigh not a shout, where is the trust to be gathered about
Where can I find you through cries and a groan, just torn fabric waiting to be sewn
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