Once we wanderes through plains
Bleak their sight
Once we wanderes through mires
Enigmatic what they hold
In this land a wind was blowing
Fresh and full of power
We believed in giving and taking
Not only did we honour, we lived
Fresh meadows, covered the new
Ripe crops were taken with respect
Life
Now we wander through plains
Barren their sight
Now we wander through mires
Hard as stone
Lost seems to be the understanding
That we forgot - meaningless
More than just a work
Less than a chapter of truth
The wind will put us in our place
Cold, repulsion - death
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