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Miracle-child, Usquaniqdi,

your mother and her sister are calling your name!

We are wearing our tear-dresses now,

for we have walked that Trail.

You are so young, so we will sing to you

the stories we have hidden in our baskets.

We will teach you to plant strawberries

for your wife to find in your garden when you are grown.

We will kiss you in the light

that comes down from Ga-lun-la-ti!

For you are our treasured one,

the one the Great Spirit gave

when he breathed new life into you

with the scent of orange blossoms.