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MAMAE nā Purākau The hearth rug grown cold now, Its glowing warmth nursery of strength bulwark of tears Gone. A bewildered head no haven to rest, The caressing word source of drive its magic Gone. Tears anger brittle jealousy well up Unleashed. Stop — your command A shattering moment Concurrence Journeys end beckoned the dead stars tearing loneliness My spirit Chilled.

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Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 54

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60

MAMAE Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 54

MAMAE Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 54

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