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From the Mother forlorn, more children were born

Each child was different, soe and some small,

Some could walk and some fly, some could swim and some crawl

But each form was perfect, each spirit complete,

Each one was a model whose shape could repeat

The Mother illing The green earth was

filling

All the birds and the fish and the animals born,

Would not leave the Mother, this time, to mourn

Each kind would live near the place of its birth,

And share the expanse of the Great Mother Earth

Close to Her they would stay They could not run

away

They all were Her children, they filled Her with pride,