"Burn down the mission!"
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So said the noon day sun
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On a wearisome expedition,
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when the vision quest had begun
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Unbeknownst to the drifter,
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unbeknownst to the solitary one
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In the land of enchantment,
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with a strand of the story left undone
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The dirt of Chimayo,
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Make the crippled ones walk
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Make the somber ones smile
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And the silent ones talk
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Took the path of the least resistance
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To the place where the suffering people go
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To touch the dirt of Chimayo
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Adobe tower,
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past the wooden courtyard gates
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Oh the ancient healing power
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from the inside emanates
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Where the walking sticks gather
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that were left by the travelers of faith
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And a hero's bravado,
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disappears with the look upon his face
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The dirt of Chimayo...
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Lost and found
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Gone then saved
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Turned around
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And made my way
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Lighter now
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Not so brave
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Don't know how
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I made it to this place
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The dirt of Chimayo...
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The Dirt Of Chimayo
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| The Gathering Field |
