Seven Millennia In Tibet

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The fierce dragon cries

Exhaling porcelain tears

Down the byzantine embroidery

Of his yellow Tibetan jacket

No more nomads

Splashing in puddles

Or performances of obeisance

To their ancestors

No more pale faces

To lament the moon

Or to stuff up the cracks

In the aching spring tide

My people, my people

You are all my people

Gods and earthworms alike

Seven millennia in Tibet

And my yak butter tea

Still sings

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