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I come from the mountains is the son of the mountain soul overflowing aroma of flowers carved into the bones have been years of wind and rain indistinct edges and corners of Castle Peak I solemn firm farmer's son from the countryside is breath in the smell of the fragrance of the soil with my language is a bundle of green notes cruising officialdom in Sangma ...... I love the mother of his son from the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon hanging in the mother 's breast stuffed my mother's arms upright despite rain forever song for the mother