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Native Survival
In vast pastures and mountains, your freedom soared, on eagle wings, in harmony with nature, your life was bonded, to peace. you witnessed your world, growing whither and fought for your native ways when promises became a practice food also became scarce as a wolf who howls in winter, your hunger was silenced by guns destitute of land and pride you moved in tribal winds but one dark and cold winter your march became a Trail of Tears. By PC/2002
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