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Olar sarade vhetina koti,
Akaanir choru’gotal shuksa, kandosii.
Haa’taylir sarade Dantooin’ade ne'ulur,
Vercopa ven’tuur drashaan rang Manda’yaim.
Bal ven’cuyir ogir adata ulur.
There are flowers here, conquering the open fields,
Fighting their indomitable way through cracks in permacrete.
Looking at the flowers no one of Dantooine seems to notice,
I hope one day, flowers will grow from the ashes of Manda’yaim.
And that one day, there will be someone to notice.
