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Pachamama's Song

There you lie

Nothing but me—

Nothing but me.

Come my child

And hear me sing

The song of every mountain

The song of every tree.

Come, for you are

Son of no other mother

Rather than me.

Listen to our voice,

Feel it with your feet:

The murmur of every root,

The whisper of the sea.

Now you must fly

Away from me,

But remember

You’ll come back,

To hear me sing.

And there you will lie,

Again at my feet.

For remember you are

Nothing but me—

Nothing but me.

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