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She walks up by the path |
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Into a mountain side |
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Sedona red the landscape |
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An offering for her life |
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She starts to rub her red clay |
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Across her fair white skin |
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She starts to dance and play |
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She plays a drum and sings |
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She builds a medicine wheel |
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He studied physics there |
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An undergraduate |
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But in the coffee shop |
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He talks of gaia's love |
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He talks of gaia's love |
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He speaks out how he feels |
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He turns the medicine wheel |
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He builds a medicine wheel |
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We build a medicine wheel |
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I...am so grateful |
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He wields a band of fire |
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To fill his heart's desire |
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And how the wolves they bay |
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He hears a brand new day |
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With reverence he plays his song |
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Stone by stone he carries on |
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Following some high ideal |
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He turns the medicine wheel |
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He turns a medicine wheel |
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He builds a medicine wheel |
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She builds a medicine wheel |
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We build a medicine wheel |
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He builds a medicine wheel |
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She builds a medicine wheel |
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We build a medicine wheel |
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We build a medicine wheel |
