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Ati't Ala'

Every morning
I am overcome with sadness
in the four walls of my house
in the four directions I walk.

Every morning
I am overcome with joy
he shimmer on the golden lake
he shines on the ancient ridgeline.

The fissures and volcanos
come alive!

Every night
I am overcome with despair
in the four walls of my house
in the four direction I walk.

And then I see! Through my window
her womb and her lucid glow
she shimmers on the golden lake
she shineson the ancient ridgeline.

And I close my eyes! To dream
in the four directions of the world
in the four directions of the wind.
mbass33
Written by mbass33 (matthew bass)
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