by Max Barry

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Region: A Socialist Paradise

The Litu sings:

Life as cold as the kraken.
Run calmly like the old shore.
Courage, courage, and absence,
Run quietly.
Like a tree.
Desolation, death, and love
grow from dead, cold earth.
Blood rises!
In the misty forest the girl swiftly runs
thrugh trees as big, dead masts,
through love, endurance, and absence.
Not Speak is rough like fires falling.
Trees wave!
Life, endurance, and death
rise on the shore,
travel swiftly like a rough whale.
Desolation is the old earth,
is the misty pine?
Trees battle the storm about the child.

God bless you always, all ways,
Otkyas at Kelmo

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