All summer long
The blue stretched beyond the mountains
Where Whakapapa, their mother,
Still tipped with snow,
Watched as we made for Tupou,
And when those midnight fireflies
Came to rest her pounamu eyes,
We laid on the docks and watched
For shooting stars inthe sky.
Now a world away
Aotearoa stays in my memory
And I wonder if Whakapapa, their mother
Still remembers me
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