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Dry, so dry is this desert, It thirsts for your sandy bones to crack with a squeak and crumble, Cold, so cold and so inert, You freeze to yourself and your warmth leaves you like a soul in hell, You gasp and arch in pain, knowing all you can leav...

Dry, so dry is this desert,

It thirsts for your sandy bones to crack with a squeak and crumble,

Cold, so cold and so inert,

You freeze to yourself and your warmth leaves you like a soul in hell,

You gasp and arch in pain, knowing all you can leave is a shell

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