| I was walking through the National Mall
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| Thinking about medicinals, how they used to grow there
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| When the ground was a marshland
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| Undisturbed by human hands, and I heard their voices:
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| The Sumac said «We're always here»
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| The Witch Hazel — «We're always here»
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| Sassafras — «We're always here»
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| The bluestem grasses always here
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| I looked about, and what did I see?
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| Medicinals grow around me, rising from the gravel
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| Sumac and the Witch Hazel
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| Come to soothe our pain ourselves, come to soothe our troubles
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| The Sumac said «We're always here»
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| The Witch Hazel — «We're always here»
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| Sassafras — «We're always here»
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| Bluestem grass is always here
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| But do you see that woman, sitting in the wheelchair?
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| With her Redskins cap on backwards
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| What’s that she’s singing?
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| As from inside a paper wrapper
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| She sips from a bottle
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| A new painkiller
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| For the native people |