Labels:text | screenshot OCR: The Warrior Of Souix From the land he called his mother, the prairie his home Did the king of all ages, with wisdom, hunt and roam With respect did he take of the fruits of the earth And in quiet revere humbly gathered his worth Caressing the land for the gifts it would yeild Defending honor and love with sword and painted sheild Each motion he made carried significance of life For the love of his tribesmen, his family, his wife To victor his enemies, was the chanting of song Not in the eyes of any man could this hunter do wrong Of his kills left no spoil, all was a gift from his God As was the land which we trammpled, left barren and trod He chose the path of sacrifice for his intentions were pure In his deeds would we all find today's sickness' cure If only man's eyes could be opened to ...
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