I see the expanse now,
I see the expense now,
How we expand now,
The sun never sets on Empire,
Pitted, packed dry-cake gully
Sere, stolid waiting the return
Of precipitation
The dearth of rain
Brings Earth her pain
until
The dead creeks rejuvenation,
There’s anticipation of CROAKS, HUMS,
TWEETS, CHIRPS,
That never come,
Reign in your expectations
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