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Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry	A
The windows were shaking there was thunder on high	A
The floor was a tremble the door was a jar	B
White fires crimson fires shone from afar	B
I rushed to the door yard The city was gone	C
My home was a hut without orchard or lawn	C
It was mud smear and logs near a whispering stream	D
Nothing else built by man could I see in my dream	D
Then	E
Ghost kings came headlong row upon row	F
Gods of the Indians torches aglow	F
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They mounted the bear and the elk and the deer	G
And eagles gigantic aged and sere	G
They rode long horn cattle they cried A la la	H
They lifted the knife the bow and the spear	G
They lifted ghost torches from dead fires below	F
The midnight made grand with the cry A la la	H
The midnight made grand with a red god charge	I
A red god show	F
A red god show	F
A la la a la la a la la a la la	H
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With bodies like bronze and terrible eyes	J
Came the rank and the file with catamount cries	J
Gibbering yipping with hollow skull clacks	J
Riding white bronchos with skeleton backs	J
Scalp hunters beaded and spangled and bad	K
Naked and lustful and foaming and mad	K
Flashing primeval demoniac scorn	L
Blood thirst and pomp amid darkness reborn	L
Power and glory that sleep in the grass	J
While the winds and the snows and the great rains pass	J
They crossed the gray river thousands abreast	M
They rode in infinite lines to the west	M
Tide upon tide of strange fury and foam	N
Spirits and wraiths the blue was their home	N
The sky was their goal where the star flags are furled	M
And on past those far golden splendors they whirled	M
They burned to dim meteors lost in the deep	O
And I turned in dazed wonder thinking of sleep	O
	-
And the wind crept by	A
Alone unkempt unsatisfied	M
The wind cried and cried	M
Muttered of massacres long past	M
Buffaloes in shambles vast	M
An owl said Hark what is a wing	P
I heard a cricket carolling	P
I heard a cricket carolling	P
I heard a cricket carolling	P
	-
Then	E
Snuffing the lightning that crashed from on high	A
Rose royal old buffaloes row upon row	F
The lords of the prairie came galloping by	A
And I cried in my heart A la la a la la	H
A red god show	F
A red god show	F
A la la a la la a la la a la la	H
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Buffaloes buffaloes thousands abreast	M
A scourge and amazement they swept to the west	M
With black bobbing noses with red rolling tongues	J
Coughing forth steam from their leather wrapped lungs	J
Cows with their calves bulls big and vain	Q
Goring the laggards shaking the mane	Q
Stamping flint feet flashing moon eyes	J
Pompous and owlish shaggy and wise	J
Like sea cliffs and caves resounded their ranks	J
With shoulders like waves and undulant flanks	J
Tide upon tide of strange fury and foam	N
Spirits and wraiths the blue was their home	N
The sky was their goal where the star flags are furled	M
And on past those far golden splendors they whirled	M
They burned to dim meteors lost in the deep	O
And I turned in dazed wonder thinking of sleep	O
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I heard a cricket's cymbals play	R
A scarecrow lightly flapped his rags	J
And a pan that hung by his shoulder rang	P
Rattled and thumped in a listless way	R
And now the wind in the chimney sang	P
The wind in the chimney	S
The wind in the chimney	S
The wind in the chimney	S
Seemed to say	R
Dream boy dream	D
If you anywise can	T
To dream is the work	P
Of beast or man	T
Life is the west going dream storm's breath	U
Life is a dream the sigh of the skies	J
The breath of the stars that nod on their pillows	J
With their golden hair mussed over their eyes	J
The locust played on his musical wing	P
Sang to his mate of love's delight	M
I heard the whippoorwill's soft fret	M
I heard a cricket carolling	P
I heard a cricket carolling	P
I heard a cricket say Good night good night	M
Good night good night good night	M

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