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This story is true You can see each year This is how it happens When grota ends A long time ago Things were different Animals spoke words People ate stones The moon went by day The sun went by night Red and blue Were still together You’ve heard about Mother Mountain and Father Cloud They had a child Both rumiany and markotny This girl once asked “Who has only one child?” So they had another They had a sister for her This sister was strange She was not loud but quiet She never cried or sang She watched and wanted She was not red She was not blue She was just white Yes things were different then But this sister was like the other In one way She was very strong You know they were family One day she looked out From Mother Mountain’s arms She saw the world And didn’t like it one bit “This world is too much The colors hurt my eyes I don’t like red or blue I want things to be white!” Father Cloud loved his children So he gave her everything He covered the sky with his beard He covered the ground with snow Now it was dark Both day and night It was so very cold Everyone was suffering Red and blue cried out “Everything is too cold Our blood is so frozen Little pieces break off!” This sister wouldn’t listen She only saw white Like the whole world was hers She liked it just fine Mother Mountain watched this And saw everyone freezing Father Cloud wouldn’t fix it But she knew what to do She snatched up this sister In her stony arms She plunged her in a lake And held her under “What is this?” Asked the sister “I don’t feel anything I don’t see anything!” Back then there were things We don’t have now But other things Hadn’t been thought of yet She had to figure out What happened to her She was the first She was dead Father Cloud cried for her The snow washed away He tore out his beard The sun could shine Red and blue were happy Happy it wasn’t always cold Happy it wasn’t always dark She wasn’t their sister But she’s still down there Deep in the water She watches and wants You have to be careful To keep her memory Father Cloud will snow So red and blue must remind him Each year that she drowned That’s how grota ends And why it rains in las Now you can tell everyone This story is true