Rain, the gentle dew
Restless spirit seeking peace
Shimmering green grass...
Soft pillow the earth
mother to every nation
stand here in your tribe
Walk among people
spreading peace, where you travel
flower petals fall
Snow like, we dream on
no two alike, all the same
bleeding tears when cut
Can we settle down?
No longer restless, at peace
Brothers and Sisters
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