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Warrior's Requiem

Indian warrior painted red with fringe of feathers on your head knotted in the crimson thread of time I see you running with the moon across savannahs wild in bloom to chase a day that ends to soon to save you I see you string a silver bow to stalk the phantom buffalo to be one with the grass and the winds that blow you on but the moon has set and the wind is still and there are no buffalo to kill and you can't go back and you never will go home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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