Nestling birds their voices once more heard aftre long cold winters courusing across this wide broen land. Rains they come to slake the thi9rst hidden seeds notwithstanding that groundthat was turned to winblown sands
Gone these hot dry winds of drought that bleached the bones of stock littering the hard dry drought baked summers ground
The Land Strengthening spring winds gust and ripple their gum tees leaves again the whisper natures subtle seasons change
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