The thunder woke me up
In the cool of the night
I walked out on the lawn
Stared up at the sky
I heard you
I woke up in my bed
Made of root and earth
A mist over my head
The moon shining through Her
I saw you
I want to be with you
Open up ancient books,
We can recover them!
Open eyes sacred mouth,
We can be one with them!

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