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Hand in hand with this crumbling tired moon.
Spirit winds talk to drifting clouds across this mystical path.
Keeping me safe are protective eyes from beyond above.
Guided along by special rains, let it all go.
Distance all so near holds empty warmth in miles endless endurance.
I must get through, for me and you.
Spirit winds talk to drifting clouds across this mystical path.
Keeping me safe are protective eyes from beyond above.
Guided along by special rains, let it all go.
Distance all so near holds empty warmth in miles endless endurance.
I must get through, for me and you.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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