| One time the wind blew free
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| And there was nothing to break the light of the sun
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| In a past that is now lost forever
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| There was a time when land was sacred
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| And the ancient ones were as one with it
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| A time when only the children of the Great Spirit were here
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| To light their fires in these places with no boundaries
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| When the forests were as thick
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| As the fur of the winter bearland
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| And a warrior could walk from horizon to horizon
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| On the backs of the buffalo
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| And during that time when there were only simple ways
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| I saw with my heart the conflicts to come
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| And whether it was to be for good or bad
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| What was certain was that there would be chance
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| Wayakin, summon strength and ward us from evil
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| Wayakin, a spirit with transformative powers
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| Wayakin, talisman of superhuman forces
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| Wayakin, the guardian spirit of the Nez Perce
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| We look to the bear, the owl and the eagle as our brothers
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| To teach us how to live
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| They talk to us, we listen
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| The bear tells us of our strength
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| The owl of our wisdom
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| And the eagle of our freedom
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| It is time for us to remember |