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1997Writer(s): Michael Martin Murphey''Back Elk is sick and may be dying''Said the old man to his wife''Even now the Holy Man is singingMat Wakan-Tanka spare his life''Black Elk was trance-like in a death sleepDreaming of two men with flaming spears[?]Left him alone and disappearedThen a bay horse stood before himSaid, ''Now my life history you shall seeSee how all the horses come dancingDancing, dancing, dancing, dancing wild and freeDancing, dancing, dancing wild and free''Twelve black horses with manes of lightning in the nightTwelve white horses with white geese circling, thundering pastTwelve sorrel horses with eyes like stars and manes of lightTwelve buckskins with horns on their heads and manes of grassThen the horses formed a line of four abreastBay horse turned his head West and he neighedSky was like a storm of thundering housesAnd Little Black Elk was afraidAnd then the horses changed into all creaturesInto every from of life that there could beSee how all the horses come dancingCome dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing wild and freeDancing, dancing, dancing wild and free