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SPIRIT CRY -
by Matthew Laughing Bear Shipquist ("bear")
wind of change is blowing
I seen a sidewinder on a hot evening highway
I drink the morning sun
and stumble past steeples where preachers lie awake
once I knew a girl who caught the sunrise in her smile
but that was long ago
and lately she contented to drift awhile
there's a crystal river flowing
she flows down to the sea
sometimes I get this feeling that flows right out of me
nothing sweeter than the sound of a heart that's singing true
nothing I want better than to make sweet love to you
maybe I'm forgetting something I swore myself I never would
lately I can't tell if it's bad or if it's good
I'll keep laughing, and dancing like I'm free
I wanna be, so low down I can kiss the dawn
I got this friend she sits round waiting to get lucky
as the whole damn world passes in front of her nose
I want to tell her what I learned about luck is it's easy come and easy go.
I've wrestled with the angels and I don't know how or why.
I still hear the echoes of when my poor spirit cry




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