A song is a wine that pours.
The song is flowing streams, endless rivers.
The song is about the worker who works, the plowman who, plows,
and the sewer who sows.
A song is a child who plays and laughs.
The song is a sunrise, a light in the darkness, water.
The song is about medicine, poison, mother and stepmother, the
desert, and an oasis.
The song is a sword, clenched fist, love, and hate.
The song is an open veil, bowed head, and upright forehead.
A song is a new life that is born.
A song is when someone is dying!
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