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Ice in the North will melt into the Earth. 

She will soften and breathe again. 

Water, sweetened by the lungs of the Earth, our Mother, runs

South To the houses of the people, and the clouds give birth and

die. 

They tremble on beds of air giving birth.

Their trembling rocks the Earth with thunder; all their life is

gone.

Their last breath is in our cup,
        Let us drink the rain.