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Queen Navajo
Her magic hands
Play the drum all night
Her special friends
Heal their pain
And time passes by
Her magic mind
Echoes in the night
Her weary eyes
Spring the rain
And time passes by
Oh, Queen Navajo
Take us to the city
The place of our birth
So that we may retire
To our tents and dreams
It takes time
Nothing but time
Play the drum all night
Her special friends
Heal their pain
And time passes by
Her magic mind
Echoes in the night
Her weary eyes
Spring the rain
And time passes by
Oh, Queen Navajo
Take us to the city
The place of our birth
So that we may retire
To our tents and dreams
It takes time
Nothing but time
Published 26th May 2020
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26th May 2020 12:02pm
There is something very cathartic about this, Evan. Also are threads of ancient customs and spirituality. It doesn't take someone with Native blood to appreciate this one.
Dear Ahavati, thank you once again. There is something about shamanism and Native American culture that always sparked a great mystery in my head.
