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Mom calls out with an ancient yell nearby
a field amid the cold wind. Mom, dear mom
calls out with an ancient yell on a cold
mountain. The yell is not emotional
like the old one, but the love within still
echoes the old sound called out by mom to
urge dad to leave the old field, to go up
the old mountain, and to look for a strange
land. Just like when mom called dad out to leave
the old mountain, to come back to the old
sand dune, to lie down and to listen to
the ocean waves. Just like the old sand dune
is echoing the ancient yell called out
by mom to dad since the old days nearby
a field amid the cold wind.
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