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She lives in a tree
sleeps in the winter
wakes in the springtime
sings with my voice

Birds are her children
wild beasts her sons
the sea is her daughter
mother of all

Rain is her house
clouds the roof of it
many her windows
lit by the moon

She walks in the meadows
clad only in wind
sweet rivers pour down
from her mountains

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