| The Brule | ||||
| Swiftly the eagle flies While butterflies clutter the skies The paddle hits the water and the ripples flow Across the water where our reflections show A scarce bit of heaven found on earth Letting us see it, all its worth We saw the deer and its fawn We awoke upon the break of dawn With these sights of the river Such magnificence we saw it all We saw things as to make us shiver Each day is carved beauty deep inside Things we discovered about which cannot be lied. |
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