Fire Is Within Me...
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I can not walk any more;
I am bound to sell the way to a bush-woman,
I am bound sell my legs to a stone-woman,
I am bound to mortgage my speed to a pawnee-woman.
Now I am transformed about to a stone little by little;
However, here, I tell beforehand
It is beyond imagination of the stony;
Fire is within me...
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