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You dance like a swiming eagleRound and round like a puppet on a string
This dance of open souls greet them on the other side
Burning wagons and screaming horses
We call for them, The light goes out
and the flames riddle us with pain
But through this pain we see beauty
beauty our eyes have never witnessed in this life
It hurts to be set free
You cannot follow so keep our memory alive
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