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He stood at the grave,
by a withered old tree.
said: “a sense of sadness captures me”.

Buried in the Colville federation.
Lies the chief of the Nez Pearce nation.

A wind comes up from the eastern plane,
And sweeps across his humble grave,

He looks to the mountains as sun falls away,
and from that wind he can hear him say.
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Send for me,
When the sun ascends from the eastern sky.
When darkness fades and the earth abides.

Send for me,
When we learn to live in harmony.
And truth is more than talking dreams.

Send for me…
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A thousand miles of misery,
They marched and fought just to be free.

Just south of the Canada rim,
Near the Bear Paw Mountains they had to give in.

Good men were lost,
they were tired and cold.
he called for his warriors,
to lay down their bows.

Listen my Chiefs,
“From where the sun now stands I’ll fight no more.
Let us find our children and take them home.”

Set us free…
“May serenity circle on silent wings,
and catch the whisper of the winds”

and set us free…
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He walked out,
Into the street all alone..

the rain came down,
the wind was bitter and cold..

the bus was late,
but then it never is on time.

He sat down,
thoughts went spinning through his mind…

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I Used to believe, you could search for the truth..
spent so much time, dissecting the blues.
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I read the text, from ancient hands,
  that was Scribed so long ago..

I fasted in the woods for days,
and tried so hard to know.
An inner peace, enlightened by,
some words in memory..

But nothing came,
I was still the same,
And I had nothing to show,
nothing to show..

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into the night, the diesel lumbered on at last.
The lights flashed by, reflections in the rain swept glass.

He watched the drops, forming patterned waterfalls.
He saw then,
The simple wonder of it all…

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I used to believe, you could search for the truth.
I spent my life, dissecting the clues…
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what one man calls mythology,
another calls the truth..
words truncate, and we mistake,
the meaning of their clues..
from answers there are questions,
that words cannot explain.
from the simplest form, the universe is born,
in never-ending ways..

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walking on ground, head in the sky,
feeling profound, and essentially high.

talk to myself and answer in turn,
no need to go crazy, with excessive concern
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Just let it go…
sanction peace from the shade of your soul..

Let it go..
don’t let a mad world swallow you whole..

let it go..
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late last night, it was sleep interrupted.
the head noise assembled,and began the discussions.

the subjects were nonsense, and yet so sublime..
Like the cat in the hat was moderating my mind.
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just let it go…
let the fog run over the snow..

Let it go…
don’t delude the only brain that you own.

just let it go…
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I can feel the summer, in the pouring rain.
Falling on the streets, like it will never end.

And I know you know me,
Like no one else can, and that’s such a fine thing, to share my friend..
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Just walking home…
To a place, it’s a space, that we know..

Walking home…
Just down the street to my Sellwood adobe.

Walking home…

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it was a time when men were steal,
when horses ran the roads and fields,
it’s this day that we adorn,
in 27, when Pat was born.

Rivers flowed from mountain streams,
down the valleys to freewater dreams,
work was hard for little pay,
they got by ok.

There’s so much for you to remember,
good times, friends and family,
the joy and wisdom of the ages,
is in your smile I believe.

grew up with her brother Dale,
five crazy uncles tall fish tales,
the carnival would come to town,
they got a dime for one ride down.

from the Blue Mountain foothills,
she grew up strong and oh so sure.
Sought the music of the ages,
marveled at the wonder of the world.

Then a good lookin sailor man swept her away to farm the land,
she took good care of the family  with lots of advice from grandpa Lee.
she drove truck at harvest time loaded on the go from the ole combine.
  Susan, Pegg, David, and John all grew up sound and strong

There’s so much for you to remember,
good times, friends and family,
the joy and wisdom of the ages,
is in your smile I believe.

 it was a time when men were steal,
and horses ran the roads and fields,
it’s this day that we adorn,i
n 27 when Pat was born. 

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