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I Chide You, Kirinyaga
At the sound of the national lullaby
My face will I hide, O Kirinyaga
Will sleep not
Your notes laden with saline saliva
hammer and bore my ears,
your thoughts unfathomable
I have lost my breath loving you
because my name stems from you
Yet you chide me with your shadows
that cover my path to you.
O Kirinyaga,
You will no longer see orisons at your crest
Your hump is a forbidding climb
I chide you, Kirinyaga
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Kilalo Mwashighadi
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