The Tribe

by journieus

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We hear the rain
Dancing on the earth
The Ancestors play their song
In the circle we sit
We each have our place
Bitter and yet so sweet
We lose our elders
To the birth of new life
As we plan for a union
Of husband and wife
Our tribe unfolds
Into a beautiful time
Of loving, Of sharing
Of heartache & strife
We sing in our circle
The story of life
                   Lita

Lita

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