Scream lost in dry, salty lake
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Crystals of sult glitter
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The sand is moist and hot
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Like human sight calling for help
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Before their boats got on the dry place
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Dying vicinity and country
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Where human's life lost the sense long time ago
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Last scream
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If there were any trees
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Maybe it'd knock off and return to an old-man mouth
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Who's leaving
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Perhaps dying just like the lake
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Imprints of dead fish in salt you walk on
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Surely it burnts with the blood of cracked soles
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The scream left lost long time ago
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With the last drop
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Salty like a tear
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Scream
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| Endless |
