I string words like beads
I believe that my art lies within
My wampum is strong with colour and light
Between the darkness and the night
The belt ever grows and sheds its skin
Taking on a life of it's own
Durations pass and it will grow wings
Till generations look back and remember
That art comes from within
I believe that my art lies within
My wampum is strong with colour and light
Between the darkness and the night
The belt ever grows and sheds its skin
Taking on a life of it's own
Durations pass and it will grow wings
Till generations look back and remember
That art comes from within
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