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The Pitjant'jaras tell the tale of one,
Wurluru (and his weapons in the sky),
who slings his daggers from a migrant sun
that devastates the lands it passes by.
So, heed the word the father passed to son:
prepare to hone your skills (or just to die);
and when Wurluru comes again, to RUN;
take shelter in the caves of Bogong 'igh.
Wurluru (and his weapons in the sky),
who slings his daggers from a migrant sun
that devastates the lands it passes by.
So, heed the word the father passed to son:
prepare to hone your skills (or just to die);
and when Wurluru comes again, to RUN;
take shelter in the caves of Bogong 'igh.
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