Many stilled water are currents beneath
Are you one, my Aleman?
Many quiet trees whisper of storms
Are you one, my Aleman?
My currents are running stron
My whispers are loud and sound
Each character in eyes behold and sprung
Do you see them, my Aleman?
We color the day with sunlights and stormlights
We water the night with quickened beats of heart
Brushed together by the hands of God
If there be a God
Lead me where to, my Aleman?
Ask not, my Mari-Tan
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