Three dopes
of yellow
Sand
Hit near by
my eyes
Sand Storm
as an on-coming
Wall
It was away
for thirty miles
It covered skies
Sick for the shelter
where to run
Black Wall's
approaching
so Near
Tell me
what have should must i do ?
to get it clear ?
- Sand Storm !
It's very much
be fear
Tell me , My
Friend , before
we' disappearing
Without any
wind it ate
The stars und Moon
- To let forget
Black Storm-ъ
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