You made me wait too long
The Sun set, the Moon waned
One by one stars dimmed
A flickering flame fails to withstand
Gust upon gust of wind and sand
There comes a time when land grows bare
No blade of grass survives there
Springs and Summers come and go
To Winter chills take a bow
Arid, infertile such land
A useless stretch
A New Wasteland.
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