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My valley has gone
It's lost to the mine
My childhood places
I now cannot find

All the creeks are dry
And the farms are gone
Hills of overburden
I

the creek flows faster
And I'm waiting for a trail
To part
I take myself to the tailor as much as I can
She says "We're not that different
You've got blue

The Donners saw what the Sierra Nevada could do
But no rain and snow means the creeks don't flow and the air is dry as cinder
Our wagon train, on a trail

Would you look out of your window it's another rainy day
How much more water can this valley take?
The rain's a-fallin' hard, it's fillin' up

to life

He put His Spirit within me
I was rejoined to the vine
My dead, dry bones - heard the word of the Lord
From that Valley of Death - I was returned

California City is on my right 
The Panamint Range will soon be in sight  
Dry lake up ahead smooth and white 
Everything's so pretty in the mornin'

, xeric
Sanguinary blood in a creek, grotesque site to see, a nasty place
Hate to berate but, women in the valley have been tortured and raped
Ravaged homes

touch
I'd to abide
The draw to be within your touch
No ocean was too wide
No summer what so ever dry
Can dehydrate the creek that I
Regard my home

Traveling Lite
Wyatt Easterling & Eric Bannan

There's view from up here
You can't get from the valley below 
You see the mill quit the town, now

could fly

I have travelled away
To the far outback
Lonely campfire by the road side
I have crossed all dry creek beds
And long dusty tracks
Just to try

competing to see who would paint the largest area of dry land. And between their rare but bright touches, every now and then the green color of yucca and low