water flows down this valley. wind blows
round our houses.i have said it before.yet
seems that those who should know better,
talk of gods, may judge the people .
live in remote places.
between mountain, sea. the land becomes
dry.
this arid land.
water flows down this valley. wind blows
round our houses.i have said it before.yet
seems that those who should know better,
talk of gods, may judge the people .
live in remote places.
between mountain, sea. the land becomes
dry.
this arid land.
I am not a silent poet 
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