Tall, shy as a gazelle,
She glides through the Eastern region no-one
Can recall
But, there is pollen gold in her eyes
And in her gesture,
She is as gracious as a duchess
First of Itesot princesses,
Needing no artifice
She brings in proud shyness
The gift of herself- Generosity
To be taken with utter understanding
Atukei, the Itesot girl from the East
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