Ambivalence – The Unseen Lyric

The morning the pigeon is calling bird with its voice like the speech of the clans people who talk as winged ones,
Its cries sound through the haze of mist smoke and thread all this just to see a land freed,
The bird ruffling its feathers and crying in that sacred camp in the place of the nonggaru,
It flies low touching the branches of the nonggaru,
It's cries sound through the mist like the speech of the southern clans? clans of the subincision.

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