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    She was like a bud in disease
    Set her mind upon solution,
    analysed the prophecies
    and failed to see how Kokopelli
    figured grand on his story of man
    on the story of heaven on the hysteria of land
    populated by the peoples
    who surrounded the fertility god of Seneca land
    The man and the raga
    brewed up a life saga
    of uncontrollable horror and bliss.

    The rainmaker was met by
    believers and disbelievers
    Lightning struck and all took flight
    But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
    Unaware of the Indian's presence - thunder then
    rolled

    She who was a bud in disease
    had her roots within the ground
    and her ears could hear the sound of his breathing
    She stared at the sky, mentalised the true meaning
    The question was why, the question was what
    The answer was he, Kokopelli, had his feet upon the
    ground
    and his head upon the heavens
    Seven times the sound unravelled to
    announce his fertile presence, before he said

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    I'm a big universe,
    small body so old in a new place
    Died before, before I ever was, was not
    If Bad is on the run,
    Then Good is at the heels until the pressure
    overcomes
    and Bad is on its knees
    and then Good passes on the run
    inciting Bad to come and chase it
    as in child's play.

    She could now see that he
    had a number of solutions
    and he walked the prophecies
    For he, he cured her disease
    and assured her that she be
    aware of destiny
    to touch Fertility
    Join their hearts and their souls
    and united they breathed
    By their parts and their goals they proceeded to be.
    A child came, a call came
    and he was on his way
    She knew she had to stay.

    I'm a big universe,
    small body so old in a new place
    Died before, before I ever was, was not
    If Bad is on the run,
    Then Good is at the heels until the pressure
    overcomes
    and Bad is on its knees
    and then Good passes on the run
    inciting Bad to come and chase it, chase it

    The rainmaker was met by
    believers and disbelievers
    Lightning struck and all took flight
    But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
    Unaware of the Indian's presence
    The light and smell permeates the both of them.
    Life was being generated, deep in his eyes she saw
    that he had love for her.
    He spoke and thunder then rolled.

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