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Frozen Deserts

A plate of life
With vapid dishes.
I have to hide
From this delicious.

My land is always cold,
And people are so sick.
You can’t be warmed.
You always feel so weak.

In garments with white gold

King with paper crown
On the moss and mold
Builds the fortress of stone.

These frozen deserts
Deprive me of my aspirations
The winter in your souls
With every day becomes much deeper

I see frozen deserts
I’m lost in frozen deserts

Frozen deserts…
The soul of my land freezes…

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