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Lakota way
i recall an old one
tellen it; "once i saw the buffalo
roam this land, no more no more
once the pipe of peace was passed
from hand to hand, and we were strong
with the land, no more no more...

yet with the dark clouds that are hanging
over this great land, in word and deed
they broke their white man's promice
and now the most out of touch times have
come to bedevil this stranger place

we are drawn closer to each other for the strength
the earth and water; fire and storm once gave to us