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O Human Man and Woman
Who spawn upon the land.
Your world rises from dark chasms
Far below these sands.
We greet you with our songs,
Having lived alone among you
In the waters of our years.
Hear the voice, the shrill and call,
We are your Elders from the deeps.
Listen through your hearts as we . . .
And you will hear our visions
Great and small.
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