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Ever changing scenery The desert bathed in pale moonlight. Seems to be waiting patiently. The wind that blows throughout the night Can sculpt the sand dunes stealthily. The sun will rise at break of day Upon a subtly altered scene. It's not the same as yesterday Or any day there’s ever been. Each new day is different from any day that's gone before. A long established precedent I'm sure will last for evermore. The sands moving constantly By night in total secrecy. |
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