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In the beginning, there was no sky or earth – only a bottomless deep and a world of mist.

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CCSS.L.4.5

CCSS.L.5.5

CCSS.L.6.5

CCSS.L.7.5

CCSS.L.8.5

They had their abode in the highest realm of space, where the water was constantly warm and the breeze was forever cool.

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CCSS.L.4.5

CCSS.L.5.5

CCSS.L.6.5

CCSS.L.7.5

CCSS.L.8.5

Tungkung Langit lives alone in his palace in the skies.

Sometimes, he would cry out his pent-up emotion.

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CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4

There was no one to meet him at the doorstep or

soothe the aching muscles of his arms.

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CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4

Sometimes, she would go down the house, sit down by a pool near their doorsteps, and comb her long jet-black hair all day long.

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CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4

Their place was once vibrant with Alunsina's sweet voice.

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CCSS.L.4.5

CCSS.L.5.5

CCSS.L.6.5

CCSS.L.7.5

CCSS.L.8.5

The goddess’ necklace became the stars, her comb the moon, and her crown the sun.

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CCSS.L.4.5

CCSS.L.5.5

CCSS.L.6.5

CCSS.L.7.5

CCSS.L.8.5

When it thunders hard, the old folks also say that it is Tungkung Langit sobbing,

entreating her so hard that his voice reverberates across the fields and countryside.

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CCSS.L.1.6

CCSS.L.3.6

CCSS.RL.1.4