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‘Backlins,

Hear her speak, mother of winds, through the earth euphony,

She, strangers land, guides me through my backlins.

Have me wander/ Have me rising/ Have me shining;

To a reason of wonder,

I hide my words between my lips,

Bare my thoughts to a spell casting under.

I

Seek

My Future

Between Your eyes.

For I Have taken,

For I Have sought,

For I shall revise;

“To learn to walk,

To learn to dance,

To learn to talk.”

I Shall promise my heart to the one of all,

where teardrops fall,

I

Stand

Tall.

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