Bird fall from tree
Mother earth listen
I want to be
Whistling in your field
Money green
Harvest full
Help wipe me clean
Go get farmer
To medicine man
Give me a bag
Let me float
Let my butterfly free
Roasted seeds of life
Bush paper burns
Below shining stars
My soul yearns
Restore my faith
I want to see tonight
Tomorrow let me know
Glow of warm sunlight
Soak in the water calm
No matter the wind
Tonight wash away ache
Good old bottle of gin
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