To a little bit of sourmash, a dash of salt add, Toss in a lithe flurry of snow, A handful of honeycomb give and hard bitterroot sorrow. Let melt together. Lower flame, cook it down slow, slow. Stir the pot gentle, let it slumber, let it go. Add something old and make it new, let it blend. Never ever let it scorch, never ever let it end.

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