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Do you
hear what I can? |
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Put your ear to the boulder |
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The voices of long ago
converse |
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Kiowa people; young and old |
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Whispers of laughter caught |
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Up in the warm breezes
across |
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The Wichita Mountains'
valley |
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Close your eyes and listen |
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Buffalo call to their own
kin |
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Elk sounds echo in the woods |
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Dragonfly dances upon water |
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Purple thistles greet the
bee |
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As butterfly sits daintily
near by |
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Stories are being said and
taught |
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History continues with its
course |
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Ancestors pass on; wisdom
stays |
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Sunsets glorify the evening
sky |
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As sunrise greets the
morning dew |
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Surrounding a soul to
forever keep |
| © Copyright 27 July 2010; MahTame |
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Hey-gyah-ahm-boy-taw |
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~until we meet again~ |
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Kiowa Nation |
