Monday, August 22

We are daughters, sons, brothers and sisters tonight




I am bright as the sun
You are high as a kite
We are daughters, sons, brothers and sisters tonight















River time is a mountain tonight
Before tomorrow she flows on
Carving valleys in the skin on our faces








We are standing on the shore
In the smoke, in the starlight
On the edge of a human sea
And the tide is in










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