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INDIAN RAIN DANCE
In a trance I dance on mother earth
Looking up at the big sky
Spirits great in matter
Lie within the buffalo
As the eagle soars high
The mighty hunter thanks
Mother earth
Now I ask the Big Sky to cry
Chanting sad tales of when
The buffalo roam free
I ask you humble to cry for me
So I can feed my
Native brothers foods of wisdom
That transcribes on the currents
Of air , fire, and water
The land our's no more
As I chant
Big Sky PLEASE Cry for me-->:(sUN*LiTe)
Looking up at the big sky
Spirits great in matter
Lie within the buffalo
As the eagle soars high
The mighty hunter thanks
Mother earth
Now I ask the Big Sky to cry
Chanting sad tales of when
The buffalo roam free
I ask you humble to cry for me
So I can feed my
Native brothers foods of wisdom
That transcribes on the currents
Of air , fire, and water
The land our's no more
As I chant
Big Sky PLEASE Cry for me-->:(sUN*LiTe)
Published 9th May 2018
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28th May 2018 12:55pm
I'm a busy person but I see you didn't read skid*MARKS that poem defacated all over you see I have to SUN●BURN you novice insect!->l0L
