| The memory remains
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| They built an iron road to cross the plains
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| He was just a child
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| And the buffalo still were wild
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| He heard the voices in his head
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| Ancestors are calling you is what they said
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| Then the vision did appear
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| Twelve black horses he was full of fear
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| The storms were in his eyes
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| Black Elk was on the rise
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| He healed his people and he never lost
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| The visions in his mind
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| He turned east into the sun
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| Dancing horses beckoned him to come
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| Gazing from afar
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| His eyes glimmered like a daybreak star
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| He saw the elders gathered round
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| Old as the hills rising from the ground
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| In their knowledge he’d abide
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| Upon the black road he would ride
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| The storms were in his eyes
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| Black Elk was on the rise
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| He healed his people and he never lost
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| The visions in his mind
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| With eagle on the wing
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| A thousand voices began to sing
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| He struck the blue man in the heart
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| Then the sky seemed to break apart
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| The flames had died
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| In gladness all the creatures cried
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| Then the rain began to fall
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| The drought was broken and the grass grew tall
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| The storms were in his eyes
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| Black Elk was on the rise
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| He healed his people and he never lost
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| The visions in his mind |