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They Come

They come, the Old Ones

and the newly dead ones

They come on the wind

They come on the rivers

From the ground they cleaved and

called home.

They bring passion, pain and impatience.

Pleading for their kins’

Return to the medicine,

return to the heart,

return home.

They come.

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