Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you,
pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you,
consumed by fire with my love for you,
I remember what you said to me.
I am thinking of your love for me,
I am torn by your love for me.
Pain and more pain,
where are you going with my love?
I am told you will go from here.
I am told you will leave me here.
My body is numb with grief.
Remember what I said, my love.
Goodbye, my love, goodbye.
Told by an anonymous Kwakutl Indian of southern Alaska to a missionary in 1896
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