This is little miss 'spring lily' she did not come with us long ago we left the dreamtime without her Later, when we had forgotten even more she came to us from there and brought many reminders She kept a garden of cares and make-wells she paddled among songs of spirit she understood nothing of this world Many spoke and said why did she come here, look her half-nods her crazy eyes Here, where shades of love-filled lives flicker beyond her vision we built a house for spring lily She calls it kumbla every day she plants she is part of this family now We pick corn from her backyard she paints our shadows on canvases gives them back to the wrong people changes our lives
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