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Ode to the Field

To the Tuntre sprawling high and proud

To the beings in residence here

To the quiet ones as well as the loud

To the ones that love us dear

Through Sunna’s journey so bright

You are with me and I am with you

May victory guide our track.

Through Mani’s vigil at night

You are with me and I am with you

May home always lead us back.

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