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Jim
Snow - Seneca
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"Pretty bird, you saw me and took pity on me; You wished me to survive among the people. O Bird People, from this day Always you shall be my relatives!" - Song of Sitting Bull, Hunkpapa Lakota |
THE MOON Toward me the darness comes rustling, In the great night my heart will go out." |
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