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By blacksoil plains burned grey with drought / Where desert shrubs and grasses grow, / Along the Land of Furthest Out / That only Overlanders know. / I dreamed I camped on river grass / In bends where river timber grew -- / I dreamed, I dreamed the days to pass / Till all the bad things came untrue.
I dreamed that I was young again, / But was not young as I had been, / My path through life seemed fair and plain, / My sight and hearing clear and keen. / No longer bent nor lined and grey, / I met and loved and worshipped you -- / I dreamed, I dreamed the days away / Till all the sad things came untrue.