Yukon
I will be
(If succeed)
On my way to the cold
I will be in tepee and igloo
With breaths, and warm hearts
I will be full of joy, will be alive.
My friends
My sisters, brothers
Extend hands, I need them
I won’t die of the cold, or the ice
I shivers and weaken; pain enters in spine,
If you cry.
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