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A Dream
Once upon a time The peoples of this land Had a dream. As this dream unfolded The wonders were many.
Buffalo enjoyed the freedom That security gave them. Trees sang with their joy Of eternal life.
All the four leggeds, And the wingeds Were in harmony With the ones who walked upright.
A great peace was over the land. This will be again. One day love will reign supreme And our Mother Earth
Shall once more sing In joyous chorus With all that there is, And all there ever will be.
By Nancy Tate, 1997
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