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Death Valley
All out of blood,
no more to shed
All out of tears,
nothing left to give
Dried up and course
the sands of time continue to take
Once a beautiful lake,
where life would congregate
But the birds barely chirp now;
just passing through
and the Morning dew
evaporateing so quick
and the air that is hot
making it hard to think
makes me feel suffocated
by the change that has taken place
