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| Blue Movie Screen by � eaglespirits02 He stands there Looking up into the blue sky Everyday Says his worn brown eyes Are the projectors That his Ancestors use They replay their past On the reels That holds their memories Plays those days so he can see Only he can have a view His eyes are the projectors The blue sky is the movie screen He can see his Ancestors As they sing As they dance Across that big blue movie screen Anne Leach |
