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xiv The stillness of her shades is stirred by the wood- land whisper; Her amlaki groves are aquiver with the rapture of leaves. She dwells in us and around us however far we may wander. She weaves our hearts in a song making us one in music, Tuning our strings of love with her own fingers, And we ever remember that she is our own, the darling of our heart.