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Tendrils of darkness
stealing shades and colours
their embrace so soothing,
cool and soft.
I am dreaming of an old willow tree
and soon all my awareness
washes over me
and I’m soaring far away
towards the mouth of the night.
Suddenly I feel
like I’m drawn to the open fields,
keep my mind
wide open..
Clouds of smoke
butterflies and hedgehogs
come on and join with me now!
Sorghum canes
are surging through the wild fog
draw them away
fulfilling our vow!
My life’s so simple
these rough hands my dowry
we work hard to live
our lives in peace.
As the seasons flow
our harvest grows ripe
and the last breath of winter
brushes in the night.
But there is an ancient threat
now disturbing my dreams.
And so the good walkers
rise from their sleep,
to protect their land
from evil.
Clouds of smoke
butterflies and hedgehogs
come on and join with me now!
Sorghum canes
are surging through the wild fog
draw them away
Close all ranks
there are no other choices
wielding a branch of fennel
we will fight
against the evil forces
let’s take our chance
fulfilling our vow!
In the middle of the night
we’re defending our land.
Famine and dangers
will break down our lives
if we won’t prevail and withstand!

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