sun dance never waits for tomorrow
thousand winds no whispers, no sorrow
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salmon river, true blood heart they must follow
the Cheyanne know natures gifts can’t be borrowed.
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tribal people won’t voice their goodbyes
land of stone and light knows that battles lie.
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smoke rise message, blown away feathered man
Morning Star spirit rests among native land.
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