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Kuna Matata

A poem

Kuna matata
The rivers are drying
The fishes are dying
The leaves are greying
The trees are falling
The food is dwindling

Kuna matata
The sun is fading
The rain is cutting
The moon is darkening
The wind is whirling
The air is chocking

Kuna matata
The light is dimming
The darkness is crippling
The shades are unmanning
The shadows are frightening
The hollows are terrifying

Kuna matata
The flame is dulling…