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Shadows of Crazy Horse- Tashunka Witco

my horse runs freely wild my curls run like a river's child into mad battle run arror spear gun through his shirt blood did not run until they came for the Gold hills to run his horse once more freely to fulfill as by his own blood his runs betrayed a spirit quenched by a greedy stave

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Date: 1/8/2014 6:28:00 PM
Interesting Verse. Light & Love
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John Beam
Date: 1/8/2014 9:17:00 PM
Thanks mostly about cross cultural language barriers or more accurately the abuse of the language barrier i.e. crazy horse

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