_Hear ye a tale from the deepest depths of the heart of Borneo,_ _Where the Moeroeng leaps in wild cascades,_ _And the endless green of the jungle fades,_ _And night shuts down on the fern-choked glades_ _Where the kampong hearth-fires glow._ Listen, Oh White Man, that ye hear The words of a Dyak chief, Till ye learn the weight of the Dyak hate And the depth of the Dyak grief.…
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