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Indian song

The tribal hour

Linen cloth // hair full flowered

She is still sitting on the hill

The river runnin where so ever it will

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If she ain't born

How can she die ?

If she don't die

Who are we  ?

She and Her ?

You and Me ?

It is all but illusion's game

Till we get the meaning straight

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We won't know what it's all about

Till we trust the words come from our Mouths

Till we vow to never part

Till we live with true human heart