Silent waters flow down my
Silent waters flow down my mind and enters my heart. Ancestors flow through my veins, and the warriors drum play in my mind. From a child to a man I always had the gift to see spiritually, mentally, and physically. I know no one understand, but I do. Is a sign, I know because unlike we, I can see.
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