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Cherokee towns standing silent in the sun.
Clear mountain streams,
Sweet and wholesome as they run.
Trees standing tall in Breath Givers sight.
Reaching up their arms,
In the early morning light.
The sun shines brightly off the temple mound at dawn.
My heart beats strong,
As I hear their powerful song.
The Shakers drive away,
All the fear, and doubt, and shame.
I know they see me here, and I know they're glad I came.
I see many things and the shadows that they cast.
And everywhere I turn,
I see Shadows Of The Past.
A lone rider moves cross the plains at close of day.
He gazes in my eyes,
And then slowly rides away.
Then I see the buffalo, and the giant prairie grass,
And everywhere I turn,
I see Shadows Of The Past.
I see the lodges pitched in a circle by the stream.
I see the peaceful people,
Live, and love, and hope, and dream.
I see many things and the shadows that they cast,
And everywhere I turn,
I see Shadows Of The Past.
I know they see me here, and I know they know my name,
And because of the shadows, I will never be the same.
I know in my heart,
All these things I have been shown,
And no matter where I am, I will never be alone.
I see all these things and the shadows that they cast.
And everywhere I turn,
I see Shadows Of The Past.
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