| Original Title | Dialect | Informant | Genre Form | Genre Content | ID | glossed | Audio |
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| toːma jeri | middle lozva mansi (LM) | Pershä, Michail Grigorich | poetry/song (poe) | Bear Songs (bes) | 1377 | by Eichinger, Viktoria | – |
| Text Source | Editor | Collector |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát (1893): Vogul népköltési gyüjtemény. In: III. kötet. Medveénekek. Elsö füzet. Vogul szövegek és fordításaik. Budapest: Magyar tudományos akadémia, 480-493. | Munkácsi, Bernát; Kálmán, Béla; Sotjinova, Tatjana Alexejevna | Munkácsi, Bernát (MU) |
| English Translation | German Translation | Russian Translation | Hungarian Translation |
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| "Toma's song" | – | – | – |
| Citation |
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| Munkácsi, Bernát 1893: OUDB Middle Lozva Mansi Corpus. Text ID 1377. Ed. by Eichinger, Viktória. http://www.oudb.gwi.uni-muenchen.de/?cit=1377 (Accessed on 2024-11-26) |
| toːma jeri (glossed version) |
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| Toma's Song. |
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| Head of the village, the brave man Toma, |
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| Toma, the man famed for killing hundred bears, |
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| two old men, village leaders |
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| came together, |
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| they talk about elk skills in spring, |
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| they talk about bear skills in spring. |
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| Toma goes over. |
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| [a fiery brand lying there] |
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| He throws a fiery brand lying there up. |
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| While it is falling [three times] |
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| he shoots it three times. |
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| [a heap lying there] |
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| He throws a heap lying there up, |
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| while it falls [three times] |
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| he shoots it three times, |
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| he hacks it three times. |
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| There you have your elk skills in spring, |
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| that's how it is, |
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| then he goes out, |
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| [to the cone-dropping thin forest] |
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| he goes up to the cone-dropping thin forest. |
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| [a high spruce standing there] |
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| He chops hard wood for a bow from a high spruce standing there, |
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| [from a high birch standing there] |
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| he splits supple wood for a bow from a high birch standing there. |
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| [the berries of the berry growing berried forest] |
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| When the berries of the berry growing berried forest ripened, |
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| [their bear lying in the forest] |
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| while their bear lying in the forest goes around, |
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| many young women with scarves on |
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| sit heavily, |
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| lie heavily. |
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| [to the bird-cherry growing, bird-cherried shore] |
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| He goes down to the bird-cherry growing, bird-cherried shore, he chops the bow tip. |
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| [the bird-cherry-growing bird-cherried shore] |
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| When the bird-cherries of the bird-cherry-growing bird-cherried shore ripened, |
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| [to the wooded grove] |
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| while he goes to the wooded grove |
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| many young women with scarves on |
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| sit heavily. |
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| He comes home, he says: |
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| Women! |
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| [the forest with overgrown ground] |
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| [your bear lying in the forest] |
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| While your bear lying in the forest walks on the forest with overgrown ground, |
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| [the bird-cherry growing bird-cherry shore] |
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| [your bear lying in the forest] |
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| while your bear lying in the forest walks on the bird-cherry growing bird-cherry shore, |
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| why are you sitting heavily, |
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| why are you lying heavily? |
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| The women listen to him, |
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| [birch baskets as long as their breasts] |
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| [knapsacks as long as their backs] |
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| they prepare birch baskets as long as their breasts, knapsacks as long as their backs. |
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| The women [the good rattle-edged boat] |
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| place the good rattle-edged boat between the two river currents. |
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| Toma's mother is running in the back, |
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| she hears her little son. |
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| Toma's mother runs along, |
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| Women, wait for me! |
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| I'm taking my infant child along. |
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| Toma's mother [into the middle of the middle boat] |
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| gets into the middle of the middle boat. |
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| [to the bird-cherry growing bird-cherried shore] |
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| The women go to the bird-cherry growing bird-cherried shore, |
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| the women with skilled hands |
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| fill their birch baskets half full, |
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| the women with unskilled hands |
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| fill (only) the bottom of the birch baskets. |
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| I lurk behind the hiding trees, |
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| with a loud voice of an attacking bear |
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| I clap my two front paws together, |
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| [with the loud voice of an attacking bear] |
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| I roar at them with the loud voice of an attacking bear. |
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| [like falling berry clusters] |
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| And damned if they don't fall like falling berry clusters. |
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| [to their rattle-edged good boat] |
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| They rush down to their rattle-edged good boat. |
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| When they get to the water, Toma's mother, |
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| she says, women! |
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| back, back! |
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| My infant child has remained behind, |
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| my suckling babe has remained behind. |
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| I go over. |
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| A gnat has landed on it, |
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| with my ten-fingered hand |
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| I brush it off. |
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| Two gnats land on it, |
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| with my ten-fingered hand |
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| I brush them off. |
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| Toma's mother comes running, |
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| she grabs her infant child and gets on the boat. |
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| when going down she says: |
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| for my son Toma's hundred bear name |
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| one number is missing, |
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| he will take you and the hundred-bear name. |
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| [into a corner of my angry breast] |
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| I pull (the words) into a corner of my angry breast. |
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| What kind of one-toothed hundred bears |
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| did they kill? |
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| Hoarfrost thick as game hair covers all. |
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| [at the side of Toma's good sable-hunting path] |
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| I wait on at the side of Toma's good sable-hunting path. |
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| [my golden hole with seven smokeholes] |
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| I dig my golden hole with seven smokeholes there. |
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| For a full week of the waxing moon |
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| I wait for Toma to appear. |
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| A dog as large as a he-wolf, |
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| his dog runs. |
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| It picks up the scent from tree to tree, |
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| it picks up the scent from the bottom of the trees. |
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| [seven earth heaps lying there] |
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| It sniffs at all seven earth heaps lying there, |
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| [seven fallen tree roots lying there] |
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| it sniffs at all seven fallen tree roots lying there. |
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| I repress my game smell, |
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| I wait for Toma to appear. |
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| [in the height of the tip of a low tree] |
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| Toma appears in the height of the tip of a low tree. |
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| [a quiver with black iron arrows] |
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| He's carrying a quiver with black iron arrows at readiness, |
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| [his good forked spear] |
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| he's carrying his good forked spear at readiness, |
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| [the ice-chopper as large as an elk bull's hip] |
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| he's carrying the ice-chopper as large as an elk bull's hip at readiness, |
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| the knife at his hip |
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| is in readiness. |
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| At my happy dancing place |
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| [by the dog large as a he-wolf] |
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| I'm barked at by the dog large as a he-wolf. |
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| [from the tip of a low tree] |
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| Toma runs from the tip of a low tree. |
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| [the quiver of black iron arrows] |
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| [past my armpit] |
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| I deflect the quiver of black iron arrows past my armpit. |
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| [the ice-chopper large as an elk bull's hip] |
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| [past my cheek bone] |
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| I deflect the ice-chopper large as an elk bull's hip past my cheek bone, |
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| [past my armpit] |
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| I deflect the knife past my armpit. |
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| [to the two laps of lapped men] |
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| We fell upon one another. |
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| [sewn by a skilled maiden] |
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| [his two scraggly fur shoes] |
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| I trip up his two scraggly fur shoes sewn by a skilled maiden. |
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| The hundred bear name falls to me. |
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| For a full week of the waxing moon |
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| [seven, seven sittings of the bear on its prey in the soil] |
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| I sit over Toma with seven bear sittings. |
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| Toma's three sons [their father] |
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| come looking for their father. |
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| They stride along. |
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| Toma's elder son walks in front, |
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| [sewn by you, young woman of the house] |
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| [the two scraggly fur shoes] |
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| [his two eyes of an eyed man] |
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| he can't take his two eyes of an eyed man off two scraggly fur shoes sewn by you, young woman of the house. |
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| Toma's middle son walks (behind), |
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| [sewn by you, young woman of the house] |
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| [the two hard mittens] |
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| [his two eyes of an eyed man] |
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| he can't take his two eyes of an eyed man off the two hard mittens sewn by you, young woman of the house. |
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| Toma's youngest son comes last, |
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| [from tree to tree] |
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| he casts his gaze from tree to tree. |
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| [by a dog as large as a he-wolf] |
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| I get barked at there by a dog as large as a he-wolf. |
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| I [with the voice of an attacking bear] |
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| roar at them there with the loud voice of an attacking bear. |
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| Toma's two sons run out. |
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| [my proud bear place] |
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| The region of my proud bear place is aimed at. |
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| Like the bark of an empty birchwood food basket |
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| my head is cracked apart. |