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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
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