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Before we met

I was a mighty hill

On which the Indians

Hunted and sang songs

To the divinities

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After we met I became

The Magic Mountain

where the saints came to worship

The gods

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We would sit around the mystic Fire

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She would cook the food

I would send the Smoke Signals

Unto the skies !

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COME HOME

CHILD

COME HOME

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WE ARE .... HERE