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Just one spark to cast a shadow of sorrow over this great land, hearts and homes ripped from the temples and soil of our backyards.



Life times of sweat, blood, poverty and tears singged away in thousands of tones of smoke.



Relentless the native oil that nurishes our treasures, is the evil that fuels such a natural replenishment for the need of germination.



The Hero's and saviours with hearts of gold comfort the injured and weak.



The battle of heat verses the flesh, minds and souls of those generationally attached to their homelands.



How can she be so beautiful and so harsh at the same time. Challenged by her surroundings and the sun that gives life to this wide brown land.



The heavens work in mystierious and damning ways, our northern lands awaited moisture has drenched and sorrowed, broken dreams and washed up hopes crashing down bridges and dams.



"If there is a god work your ways In the bible claims be powerful It says.



Open the crust and let waters pour rushing down country and heal the land its sore.



Exchange the elements and work your power for good, save your beauty a must and a should.



Remorse your workings and ease this pain, put out the fire so we can judge your stain.



Together in hand we stand tall, fight this fire and remove the wall, let them clean ashes and sift through their dreams, together is now and tommorrow a distant seem".



Wait for the haze and reveal your blue skies, this country cant take anymore cries.



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