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This was the way of it |
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Let the story fires be lighted |
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Let our circle be strong and full of medicine |
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Hear me |
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This is my dream song that I'm singing for you |
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This is my power song that is taking me to the edge |
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This is rock medicine |
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The talking tree |
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The singing water |
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Listen |
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I am dancing underneath you |
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This was the way of it |
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It is a river |
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It is a chant |
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It is a medicine story |
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It is what happened long ago |
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It is a bead in a story belt |
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It is what has been forgotten |
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It is the smell of sweetgrass and cedar |
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And prayers lifted to sky father |
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It is a way, a tradition |
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The way it was always done by the people |
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It is a feeling of warmth |
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The sound of voices |
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Listen |
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I am dancing underneath you |