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Blessed light Men's hands were not made For carrying dreams Swift winds Men's feet tire before Hope is reached Bring the message to me Spirits in the smoke purer Than men's speak Thankee kichigouai While I temper the stone, Tender the crops, Fend the wolves, Your day burns bright You speak in dreams Remind me of the great uncreated His path was longest so mine could be certain
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
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Blessed light Men's hands were not made For carrying dreams Swift winds Men's feet tire before Hope is reached Bring the message to me Spirits in the smoke purer Than men's speak Thankee kichigouai While I temper the stone, Tender the crops, Fend the wolves, Your day burns bright You speak in dreams Remind me of the great uncreated His path was longest so mine could be certain
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
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