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Created on: June 07, 2009
Rise up my people
The time has come
Mother Earth has shaken
Her four legged ones
The Creator has shown us
The time is here
There is no turning back
From all of our fear
Messages were ignored
The time has come
To chose the simple path
That we started from
We must all fuse together
The time is here
We all need eachother
Do you have ears to hear
All our spoils we musy lay down
The time has come
Material wealth will fade away
To the beauty of the drum
Call your children to your side
The time is here
Teach them of the old ways
Of the prophets and the seers
We must not waste another day
The time has come
To give our hearts
To the Great Spirit, The Mighty One
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