My body, belongs to my family,

My blood, is to be shed, at will,

Should they, need a sacrifice,

I'm never asked, because I'm too high,

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But when there is meat, you'll be sure,

I'll be there, at the feast, and I hope,

To do my part, I wish to, provide my art,

I've studied, the ways, of roads, of rivers,

How, it all connects together, I wish to,

Open doors, to my pure land,

The gentle shape, the flowing waters,

The growth, of trees, of bushes,

An itch, in the back, of this cave,

Unload, the wagon, leave the cream,

The seeds, plant, wait, the harvest.