He gave himself
To the end of things
And arms he spread
around the whispering lands
He inhaled the water drops
To learn the language of rain
He kneeled before the dust
He felt asleep he has been fallen down for ages and ages
Blessed this man
Blessed his mother
Blessed his father
Blessed his brother
Ants have told this man
quietly
That something older than clouds
Is hiding in the steppe
Don't let them be forgotten they said
Don't let yourself forget
Blessed this man
Blessed his mother
Blessed his father
Blessed his brother
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