When the mystic buffalo
Tramples my earth.
And the breath from his nostrils
Warms me in the frosty morning,
Then will it be.
We shall become spirit of spirit
And all nature one.
When I see three buffaloes.
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Friday, 16 February 2007
Three Buffaloes
When the mystic buffalo
Tramples my earth.
And the breath from his nostrils
Warms me in the frosty morning,
Then will it be.
We shall become spirit of spirit
And all nature one.
When I see three buffaloes.
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