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She staked him out upon the plain
That day the winter came
‘tween the two white wolves she’d slain

She left him staked upon the plain 
To die each and every season
Then reclaim through smoke his life again, but
Smoke left and gave no reason.

In the summer newly smoked am I
That scorpion come rest its weary 
In the hollow of my eye

She come a-visit every season
Tighten them tongue-rope cinches,says


“Boy, tell me a lie”



She make them awkward bony clinches
She lower herself

And kiss me on the unstung eye
Upon my sapling cock, says 

“Take that for your reason”

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