
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
Once I knew myself, and with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
Too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
So angels, inside… is the only way outVienna Teng, Drought
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