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My husband, Nyanken Hne,
/ like galo, waving up Dolokeh’s hills.
/ The storms cannot touch him;
/ they fear him like a wife fears a…
My husband, Nyanken Hne,
/ like galo, waving up Dolokeh’s hills.
/ The storms cannot touch him;
/ they fear him like a wife fears a…