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If I must believe the fable
This really is the cradle
Of my race
When displace'
From the east.
Like a writ summoning
The shrills of a colony
Me calling...
To feel the awe
Of unison
Or be her raw
Venison.
No need to see
The street one, that leads into six
Opa Oranmiyan
where transfix'
Nor other relics
To stem my skeptics...
For all I need to see
Is up the trees.