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During the eruption we saw the smoke
Aching pain held us tight
The moments of emission
We were frozen
Through the air we travelled with time
Under the casuarina tree
We made our home
We were children and were happy
Covered in silence I bowed my head
She never asked, did I miss her?
I wanted to hear a word of anger
How could I know she loved me in pain?
The wind blew and the casuarina bent
We jumped onto her branches
Swinging in the breeze
And nattering to her dews
The heaps cracked; softness melted
Wings of the casuarina held us intact
In the twisting and turning
Tuning the rhythm with the rapport
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