(tomar kache e-bor magi moron hote jeno-jagi)
I ask this blessing from Thee
That I awake from death in my music
Like see my mom's breast opening-eye
So new life offer new tuning
There all trees and grasses
Growing up from earth-flute as music
Light delivering the joyful sky
Traveling in our mind as tune
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