Take on,
take flight.
Take on,
take flight.
"Wu-kan-kan
Yan uía-oij íoe
Wa-kan-kan
Yan-wa on íoe
Ma-npi-ya"
I shall not be here.
I shall rise and pass.
'cause there is no core.
The tree is dead.
Only soil remains, they said.
They were right.
My shame is greater than the soil.
I can't live with two hearts beating.
But I find comfort in that to the soil I shall return.
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