Could you have seen it coming
the wake of a new morning
where everything fell right into place
heaven shined down her grace
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You look up at the sky
as you seem to notice
how she keeps changing
changing a different color
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May tomorrow bring you sunshine
as you kiss the sky
in this field of dreams
alone here, you stand
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She was'nt Native American
but she was one true to the heart
loving all things
the only way she knew how she can
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I see a shadow
shining through the moon
there is a reflection
and it's coming through
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Mary came to me
like a Angel in a dream
as beautiful as a winter snow
coming down in December
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I see no life, no death
their is no now, no tomorrow
just where we are at the moment
with every step I take
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You said that love could never be
that the past was gone
theirs' nothing left anymore
now you have to move on
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The wind blows echoes of a past
where two lover's now only pass
looking through the other side
of shattered blood stained glass
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So you want to be a Indian
living off the land
riding in the wind
fighting to make a stand
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