(Latimer/Bardens/Ward)
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Out of the mist rising
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Ten thousand navajo braves
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Shining like golden eagles in flight
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Climbing high on the plains
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Born of the Earth set free
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To run away with the sun
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So free to sing in tune with the world
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Gladly high on the plains
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So many moons have flown
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Now all your ghosts dance the long shadows
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War cries that died on your lips
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Echo above the plains
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Echoes
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