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The white man came across the sea, He brought us pain and misery. He killed our tribe, he killed our creed, He took our game for his own need. We fought him hard, we faught him well. Out on the plains
I am a woman who walks alone And I'm walking a dark road At night or strolling through the park When the light begins to change I sometimes feel a little strange A little anxious when it's
I left alone my mind was blank I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind What did I see can believe that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy Just what I saw in my old d