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I reach out to look for you
Find nothing there to hold
A land once lush with forest greens
Now desert, barren, cold

I cry out to speak your name
And hear only violent sounds
A song which once was soft and sweet
Now shrewd, shrieking, pounds

I am naked for the world to see
Yet I feel no warmth from the sun
A love once wild with only happy things
Now distant, empty, done