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Seen, yeah, seen by, I and I Seen, yeah, seen by, I and I Seen, yeah, seen by, I and I Seen, yeah, seen by, I and I Seen, yeah, seen by, I and I Seen
a culture, same vernacular Love of physical humor and time spent alone You with your penchant for spontaneous advents For sticky unrests be unearthed and
and mama too This life has been quite cruel to you But spirit took you from the start It made you brave and it gave you heart Brothers and sisters by
and memorize the moon I know the cloudforms of love by heart And have brought tears to the eye of a storm And my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon
opening the Gate "I set the time of the closing of the Gate And the return of the spirit therein I remain there, waiting until the Spirit comes back and
With my senses of old and the heart of a giant And I'm searching through the wreckage for some great recollection that I might have been queen For every sage
No, the rivers won't stop for me I'm a new pair of eyes and original mind With my senses of old and the heart of a giant And I'm searching through the
about me for ten minutes Moon: . . . be alone . . . with yourself inside a piano or . . . whatever . . . your piano . . . it's . . . it's really a metaphor for that . . . that spirit
to survive and it was Hell if you did So he entered this world with a pair of clenched fists And the first and last tears he'd shed And the longhorns
dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening I make it interesting They keep distancing themselves from what I have to say Peace to my family members that are gone and
? Or has the thirst for profit changed the times? Do Phoenician spirits dance across the sand? Do the cedar still standing next to the ocean still grow? Do the sages
me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page. A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit
Stand up, Americans! We are the people! And the shirt's bein' stripped right off of our backs We've let it happen And we've gotta stop it Before the spirit
of life Enter my valley deep, let the angels weep Rejoice and touch the good Earth tonight" And there was gingham and silk Sage, honey and milk, sweetmeats, spirits and
manslaughter and plague in the name of what? In the name of god, who was a man! All my brothers and sisters, sages and kings died defending their fatherland and
fantasies of playing Polo with Ralph Lauren on a Tommy Hill And my paper thin spirit was still grieving from the Versace kill in Florida Opened the door to the store and
