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Petoskey Stone - Dana Falconberry
Treading north along the shore I comb the dune grass
Through my hands
Lift my gaze and there it stays until two circling
Eagles land
Stretch my stride to beat the tide I climb up
Higher for dry sand
Then with stealth I find myself upon a hill where
Two pines stand
And on this white sand however far I roam forever
Will I find myself back home
He got fail fail of
Stutone blom
In my left hand
Touch skin store
Touch skin store
In a lull cry two white gulls they clamor close
To where I stand
Night will soon fall on the dunes I gather branches
With both hands
Northern air oh sleeping bear oh weathered birches torn and
Tanned
Winter's long the wind is strong but look at you
How still you stand
When I'm done just as the sun I shall set
Heavy upon this land
Before my shade I'll hope I've made a faint impression
In the sand
And on this white sand however far I roam forever
Will I find myself back home
Eagles land land
Stutone blom
In my left hand
Touch is store
Touch is store
Touch is store
