I will go to where the daughters of the north wind roam
Drink the milky way
Just a sip
Run my fingers along the green ribbons in the sky
Lay upon the frozen lake
And hear it sing
A song older than the ancients
Maybe someday I will see the moon swallow the sun
And I will look away out of respect
And feel grateful for the warmth on my skin when it joins this world again
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