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| Native Wind's Song On the wind I hear A gentle calling to my soul It tells of a people here of so long ago When our grandfathers roam this land, The buffola were so many, And Mother Earth's heart beat was so very strong It whispers of the old ways So many now unknow Do you hear the calling From the Native Wind's song By Singing Feathers |
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