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The Year of Infinity

The year of infinity 1938 will be the year of dust storms Arable land will pale and blow away The ocean will turn into blocks of salt Forests will fall, and echo in stillness Millions of birds will fall from the sky Parched throats drink the blood of cows Then the weak will be victims of thirst Then when all blood possible is drunk When the canals in Venice are dry There might possibly be snowfall

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