| «Back Elk is sick and may be dying,»
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| Said the old man to his wife
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| «Even now the Holy Man is. |
| singing
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| Mat Wakan-Tanka spare his life.»
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| Black Elk was trance-like in a death sleep
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| Dreaming of two men with flaming spears
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| Left him alone and disappeared
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| Then a bay horse stood before him
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| Said, «Now my life history you shall see
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| See how all the horses come dancing
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| Come dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, wild and free
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| Dancing, dancing, dancing, wild and free."
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| Twelve black horses with manes of lightning in the night
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| Twelve white horses with white geese circling, thundering past
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| Twelve sorrel horses with eyes like stars and manes of light
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| Twelve buckskins with horns on their heads and manes of grass
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| Then the horses formed a line of four abreast
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| Bay horse turned his head West and he neighed
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| Sky was like a storm of thundering houses
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| And Little Black Elk was afraid
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| And then the horses changed into all creatures
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| Into every from of life that there could be
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| See how all the horses come dancing
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| Come dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, wild and free
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| Dancing, dancing, dancing, wild and free |