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A long, long time ago |
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Before christians came |
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And brought hunger and illness |
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And before they murdered us |
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A long, long time ago among brushhwood |
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I had lived, loved, hunted and fighted |
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People had been different |
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Gods had come down the earth |
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And had tought us fight |
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They had waged battles... they had led us |
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Fas away from falsehood |
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Today only winds sways trees |
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My world doesnt exist |
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I have become a spirit |
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Swayed by sad wind |
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I will tell you about theses days |
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I owe it to my brothers and sisters |
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I owe it to spirits and |
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Gods So listen to me |
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Altrough only wind proceeds |
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From my mouths... |
