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Ghost
Dance
How do we forgive
those who have left us behind?
And how do we say sorry
to those who trusted us?
I don’t know.
I’m not the medicine man I hoped to be.
I’m not even a man anymore.
Some of us were born of fire,
and some of us were born of ash,
some of us forget-
I can no longer remember-
and don’t know what to do
There is no one left to dance...
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