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She stands there,
Watching her children,
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The forest is crying,
I feel her weep,
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"Little Wind, for all eternity
I will be your loving, true, hetane,"
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Hear me, my brother, I summon your spirit.
My people stagger blanketless
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She is the wind,
the sweet breath of heaven
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Brewing
speaking about when all this that we know ends..according to Native prophesy
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It's not the skills she obtained.
But the wisdom that will eternally remain.
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prayed rain
slaps prairie’s dry tongue
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walls of flames
agonizingly scream
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Awo awo awo awo
Ahow nechimoos, tansi
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When you stole our Mighty Eagle,
We stood by with tears in our eyes.
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he wore feathers of dreams
upon his shining ebony hair
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Beyond the mountains of Black Hills,
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Time Will Pass
(áaka'paisiiwa)
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II see beyond the skies / receiving messages from the
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silence in spirit / listening embraces senses / deep tranquility /
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~*~ / Proud woman warrior / She plants old seeds in new minds / Renews heritage / Teaching the old ways / From grandmothers lessons / A cul
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She guided and guarded / her little flock / through the flowers / thorns and sages / of desert pasture, / the precious watering places / an
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in a meadow in the great wood / spirits whisper among the trees / as he sprinkles sand / upon the ground / to mark his steps in time / and
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My people, we long for freedom, / Like the bird upon the wing, / Free to fly to where he pleases. / Yet chained we remain, / to this small
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Grandmother told me many stories
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Here son, a gun to shoot
and the white men will fear you
as you have them, all these years
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Two mares appeared atop a hill / Their reins dragged earth from heads hung low / No man alive, no foe to kill / All guns were silenced do
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When dark of night blankets the mesa’s rim
And a chilled wind sweeps across from the east
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It was the moon of calves growing hair, and the morning breeze whipped his bare chest as if stung by the yellowjackets that buzzed amongst
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I stood alone against the crowd
Much too wild they say to tame
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Wovoka called and the young maiden listened
Dance with me and the earth shall swallow the whites
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