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My protector in the night
Strung above me
Native to my heart
Protects me from evil
Nightmares get caught
And burn with the rising sun
My dream weaver
Dear friend
Protect me from evil
Not good ones but evil
That control my body
Take my mind
Oh Native Dreamcatcher!
Hear my plea
Protect me here
So mote it be
Copyright © Brittany Gentry | Year Posted 2010
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