Mansfield was the women I saw amongst the toitoi
reaching out for identity, in darkness crawling
the river spreading starlight beams to be drenched
in our ground an ancient site where they pitched
a hangi and ate tonight a voyeuristic dream
of what our land has come to be since Mansfield
left the scene, it takes the myth to understand
the hyde the frame that gleams it took three
steps out on a quest to understand just what
new Zealand means
reaching out for identity, in darkness crawling
the river spreading starlight beams to be drenched
in our ground an ancient site where they pitched
a hangi and ate tonight a voyeuristic dream
of what our land has come to be since Mansfield
left the scene, it takes the myth to understand
the hyde the frame that gleams it took three
steps out on a quest to understand just what
new Zealand means
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