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Location
92243
United States
32° 45' 13.9752" N, 115° 35' 30.4512" W
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I stand as the willow weeps soft
The lovely keening sound I hate to hear
She warms the hills with her boughs of kindness
Gracefull she stands, a sight unparalleled
A sun glares down with rays of malice
Gluttonous with the Earth's adulation
Searing heat crawls through the ground, regretful
Roaring the deer flies, hungry are the eyes
For I see nothing but the agony
Still the creeper advances unopposed
Gleaming with an emotion unforseen
How the brazen bronze bells of horror grow
As I stand when the willow weeps softly
Helpless, I stare, joints made of frozen stone
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