My hopes for you are high and widely spent.
I found you among the roses and you drew from me
an act I never thought I would. I am surrounded by
a lake of souls, manmade - messing with nature,
but we've got to stop the water crisis!
This is not my blessing. The mountains in the distance
serve as mediator between sky and golden plain.
I didn't think you'd have the nerve to come and say goodbye.
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