We have a beautiful mother
Her hills are buffaloes
Her buffaloes hills.
We have a beautiful mother
Her oceans are wombs
Her wombs oceans.
We have a beautiful mother
Her teeth the white stones
at the edge of the water
the summer grasses
her plentiful hair.
We have a beautiful mother
Her green lap immense
Her brown embrace eternal
Her blue body everything we know.
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