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                         Turou whakataha, 
                          te rangi e tu iho nei,  
                        E kanga ki te whetu,  
                          E kanga ki te marama,  
                          E kanga ki te ra,  
                          E kanga ki te rangi,  
                          E kanga ki a Papa-tu-a-Nuku,  
                          E kanga ki a Whatitiri-matakataka,  
                          E kanga ki a Puaorangi,  
                          E kanga ki a Atutahi-marehua,  
                           
                          Turou whakataha  
                          te rangi e tu iho nei. 
                            
                          Kuruki,  
                              Kuruki o atua,  
                              Kuruki o tapu,  
                              Kuruki o makutu,  
                              Kuruki o whaiwhaia,  
                              Kuruki o kanakana,  
                              Kuruki o raweoi,  
                              Kuruki whakataha,  
                           
                          Tō upoko ’pokokohua,  
                          Kainga reka,  
                          Ma raro mai koe i taku tou,  
                           
                          Ma runga atu au i tō upoko,  
                          ’Pokokohua. 
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                         Let us push aside 
                          the obstructive atmosphere here. 
                           
                          Cursing the stars 
                          Cursing the moon 
                          Cursing the sun 
                          Cursing the sky 
                          Cursing the countryside goddess  
                          Cursing the thunder god 
                          Cursing the lightning god 
                          Cursing the dog-star god  
                           
                          Let us push aside 
                          the obstructive atmosphere here. 
                           
                          "May you all drift away to me 
                              May you drift to me o spirits  
                              May you drift to me o inhibitions 
                              May you drift to me o curses  
                              May you drift to me o spells  
                              May you hysterics drift to me  
                              May you convulsions drift to me 
                              May you twitching drift to me." 
                           
                          Your head was boiling with them 
                          A tasty smorgasbord for me. 
                          "Down you all go, out my bum." 
                           
                          Now I can get back up into your head 
                          Your boiling head.  
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