Come. We may differ, but we're one
Fangs and tails do not change the heart; we don't judge
Be grateful to seventh son
He who got us out of our grudge
No divination, no purification, and no mystical nature runs here
We're nothing but one with the earth
The other side of the coin; what you should keep near
The Birch trees' oasis shall guide from birth
Keep it short. Keep it natural
Don't bother with length, but meaning
Away with the supernatural
To cleanse, our people will be intervening
Few words. Much weight
Few actions. Much impact
Our way of life. No need to wait
No need for evil. No need of the abstract
Trust us. Trust the Zanys with the land
Culture is little, but root is growing
Friends we be. Neighbors of sand
Little quarrel. Much knowing
Idios taught much. We're grateful
They care not for rivalry
No need to be hateful
Big people helped us out of chivalry
Back then, war
Back then, division
Now all was left in yore
Now all is but mutual provision
Husband is no more
But wife is alive
Go tell what you came here for
Of truths we don't deprive
Before going, take news of newborn son
Long lost gift for him
Take news of what our people has done
No need for magic. No need for shaman of grim
Tell him to let the corpse rest
No holiness. No darkness. No lying puppet
Take this son that I feed with my breast
Let nature be. Let sand's time be his final drugget
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