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Cover my earth mother four times with many flowers. Let the heavens be covered with the banked-up clouds. Let the earth be covered with fog; cover the earth with rain 
I Hold No question at all I Don't fear the unknown I've Known My Liquor & Gold Spirited Soul Has to Bear It Alone
This is it, we have won. But in reality, the battle has just begun. My brothers and sisters, together we stood tall. But as the fight continues, we must promise to never fall. We camp in glory, we camp at peace.
Standing Rock, so brave and free. It seems the rest of the world, they don't see, the police aren't here to protect you and me. My presence may not be felt there, but my mind travels far.
My mother is a bird, Her voice is music, her eyes are bright,
Deep in the mountains there lies an oasis The remanent of the natives of ancient
You often do not hear of us, when race is discussed. Not in the history books and not in everyday life. We are a dwindled race with pride and grace, yet we are still facing the same things.  
What kind of person are you?
As I step out into the morning Sun, I feel its warmth upon my skin. I mouth the words of the ancestors. I greet the Sun, I pray for monsoon rains. I pray for my people to become strong, to keep our traditions and language alive.
Warm hands drip with crimison sorrows. These are not hands of murders But protectors Of land they had rightfully earned To live with, not on. From which to borrow, not take.
Uh. Uh. Agency. History. Word. Here we go: United States, United States Tryin' to show the world its pretty face But 'merica's history ain't always a pretty view Open Zinn and Russell and let's review
Words flow quickly from her singing mouth, as her hair was carried by a soft breeze. “You think you own whatever land you land on, the Earth is just a dead thing you can claim.” As Englishmen
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