The Mead Was Green
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My heart doesn’t bleed
My eyes do not wet
For too long I’m in the parched mead
For too long and it’s late!
When I came the mead was green
I could sow in the fertile land
The river was flowing joyfully clean
Not losing its way in the sand!
But I sowed only venom and fire
They drove away the waiting rain
Lo there was no green that dreams aspire
Dark nights howled in pain!
I let it go on for too long
The river dried up like my tears
Blood took away the last bird’s song
Leaving mead of wasted years!
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