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Native American Neverland

By Wil C. Fry, Feb. 25, 2005, 22:30

Copyright © 2005 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Unprotected yet unmolested
Innocent and naive
Give me nothing give me something
It is too late to grieve

Flying airplanes and crackling airwaves
Roaring in my head
Twinkling lights and twisted lies
Are unraveling the thread

Ripped from Earth's breast and burning the nest
Left to stagger and die
Closing of eyes and clasping of hands
Still believing the lie



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