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Chief Rain in the Face, sits and surveys his land,A country he once held, close in his hand.Like the buffalo skull, lying near in the grass,The Chief has hopelessly
watched, his future turn past.
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Chief Rain in the Face, sits and surveys his land,A country he once held, close in his hand.Like the buffalo skull, lying near in the grass,The Chief has hopelessly
watched, his future turn past.
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