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| The Storm by � eaglespirits The storm is moving in With much force Moving in from far up in the sky Straight down from the top of that hillside The rain seems to be the tears Of a young Warrior that lost his life The thunder Is the pain in his heart as it beats Louder and louder The lightning is the hatred The lost Warrior is letting out To punish the world For his death The high wind is the only way he knows how To show he is still on this earth Riding with that wind Across his Indian land In the storm that's moving in |
