Sointula Sitka

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Through peace and plenty
I’ve stood

I’ve stood
Through squabbles and poverty too

I saw hundreds fall in my shade
To fire and storm and saw

And I stood

I’ll topple too
I’ll be nurselog to hundreds and moss

Tipping roots to the sky
And top to the sea

Until then
Lean on me, lady

And look

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