Slumbering under a lumbering sun
Blistering bodies resolve into one
Soon buried, soon tall, the bells buzz the bees
Drift all, we'll soon see the new colony
One upon one, unbeknownst to the sea
Waves crash, the colony shore ceased to be
Hair braided, rod braided, root binds a tree
Riverview, not thou hast guided to me
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