Intermittent autumn wind,
As I inspect the mountainside
I must muse of the summit,
is sprinkled with birds and
there is no need for words.
And we may be breathing together
In a corner soft with feathers
We may be breathing together
We may be breathing together
Through one eye of the knots
so then why do we try so hard
Not to realize how gently
And how you couldn't quite begin
And to rise above your wealth
To surrender to yourself,
I'm alone in a place of stone
I'll miss what the folk are here
And I'm just wondering of your words
and your voice with their
Sheltering kindly comes the night
and colored blue in my sight,
Leaving only the wind your grave,
But now that I'm yet weird, he stood up
I'm alone in a place of stone
On this white Dakota hill
This white Dakota hill you
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