in the bosom of the twin peaks
cradling virgin forest so thick
nice shelter for the winter wind
perfect for the season to spend
along the thicket a river flow
so clear you can see below
waterfall is like a white dress
cascading, bubbling; then in peace
in the belly of the mountain a cave
where we keep the horses to feed
women nurse the young, men hunt food
hope from almighty; will do us good
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