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As i awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh i went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
This i can't believe i said, i can't believe our warlord's dead
Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns
