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Gazing at the fire, burning by the water |
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Before he speaks the world around us quiets. |
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With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire |
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He clears the air and cuts it with a feather. |
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Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire |
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When he is gone i want to know him better. |
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No one is forsaken, no one is a liar, |
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He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water. |
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He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns, |
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We are singing and playing, i her him saying. |
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I remember breezes from winds inside your body |
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Keep me high, like i told you, i'll sing to them this story and know why. |