Gazing at the fire, burning by the water
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Before he speaks the world around us quiets.
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With eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire
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He clears the air and cuts it with a feather.
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Many in a circle slowly 'round the fire
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When he is gone I want to know him better.
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No one is forsaken, no one is a liar,
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He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water.
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He hums, there are drums, four winds, rising suns,
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We are singing and playing, I her him saying.
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I remember breezes from winds inside your body
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keep me high, like I told you, I'll sing to them this story and know why.
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Sunrise
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| Grateful Dead |
