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The daytime star grew brighter

As I watched its light ignite

Standing in the vastness

I beheld a beautiful sight

What once was dry and arid

Made to waste away, no water

Was now a flowing golden stream

And I, an invading marauder

I placed my walking stick within

Stirred once, then stirred again

Took it out to have a glance

And found it was in vain

For the richness of the water

Was no man’s, for his own

So I shall leave it where I found it

Beyond the great the unknown


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