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a beautiful sound |
| The indians song is clear fallowing the rythem of my beating heart but in truth my heart as always is the one doing the following
the following of the this repetitively beating sound this is my calling to dance with flames and hand in hand we shal prance to the rumbling thumping with the mystisism of a shamans trance riding my soul bareback into the nights sky yet the smell of inscents never calms and the crackle of the fire always stayed beneath the song |