Bajaga kosooka

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Silkworm, ash and heron.
Monsoon is a dripping sky.
Vietnam and Kampuchea.
Everybody reads Confucius.
Streets muddy and narrow.
Are we eating porridge? without the husk.
The streets are muddy and narrow.
Do we like porridge? without a shell.
Kisooka, take me
on the wings of a dragon.
Kisooka lay me down
on the flowers of the chaya.

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