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I dream you're in trouble

So I lay down my gun

Feeding on memories of those I loved

Sending a portion of spirit and food

To you, through the bright burning fire

Knowing that we soon will share

A silent smoke, makes life seem less dire

You're walking through the clouds

There's no need for a shroud

Your hardship I'm trying to soothe

I'm sending relief

Not to feel all this grief

By night, through the bright burning fire

The answer is here

Bird-call tells me, my dear

That you got all I had sent to you

And when my time has come

To know I'll soon be gone

I'll lay down my gun

And watch the flames of the fire

I'll be walking through the clouds

There's no need for a shroud

We'll meet again under those trees

I'll still have my gun

Sending deer on the run

By night, in this forest-clad mire