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( lyrics from a native american poem from tewa ) |
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O, our mother the earth |
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O, our father the sky |
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Your children are we / |
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And we bring you gifts you love |
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Then leave us a garment of brightness |
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May the warp be the white light of morning |
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May the weft be the red light of evening |
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May the fringes be the falling rain |
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May the border be the standing rainbow |
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Thus weave for us a garment of brightness |
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That we may walk fittingly where birds sing |
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That we may walk fittingly where grass is green |
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O, our mother the earth |
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O, our father the sky |
