Moloko the Condor has vanished from these skies.

Pane the Grizzly has gone awav also.

Much has changed but not everything has changed.

Oleli the Coyote still sings in the night

And when the time has come

He will dance and chant his chant of beginning

And the Ootimtsaa Tree will grow once more

And bear all twelve kinds of acorns.

Then Moloko will fly again

And Pano will stand on the mountains and langh.

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