And on the path, enclosed by the great embrace, the green grass grows to hold the road. We are tall and mighty as the tree, where illumination comes readily. And with each day, I circumvent, just to learn about the went. By-gones, let be true, when we remember you belong to the blue. Heaven descends on us all. We are part of this great big ball. We are a fire-y shine, willing to bind, to bring us home in a whirl, where all is the perfect swirl. It's heavenly paths waiting for me. I am seeking the places we long to bee. One more gratified day, just one more to pave, a future as mighty as thee, intertwined with each other this time.
Listen to the trees, they always feel the breeze, telling us stories as they flow. Each live in a row, just to till up the soil. To tell a story of two, to bring it back to the size of the view. Yes it's true. We are divine beings. We know just how to sing. We know the path to righteousness comes with the true blue. And when we are down and out, we can give a great big shout. We are looking for all that is done, the path that leads us home. The path ahead, where blue cross the red and all that is mighty comes true, dreams of loving each other. I believe.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring back the winds. To feel the embrace of the wind. We are mighty as trees, part of the heavenly breeze. We await the shifting of time for everyone to shine.
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From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
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Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!