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| The Sounds of The North by � LouReeves The ravens make their call,to all. The winds through willows sing. Leaping fish and quiet splash, Give rise to comfort, pleasure. Howl of wolf, scurry of feet, Amid the forest ever deep. Life all around with such sound, To me it is all music. The drums do beat another song, Rhythm ever present. Tradition abounds in family groups, And dance reflects the culture. With music at its very core, Uplifting spirits for evermore. Life all around,with much sound, To me it is all music. The Eagle |
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