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I stand upon this sacred ground,
With ancient spirits swirling ‘round.
Haunting drums from eons past,
~ Primal sounds of forever last.

My pulse is rising with the beat,
Upon the earth my moving feet,
Dance to din of Indian dirge,
~ Answering call of my soul's urge.

Manitou sighed in His sadness,
At white man’s rage and his madness.
His noble people lost lands and died,
~ Salt tears of rain, Great Spirit cried.
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