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Upon the prairies
Of America's open plains,
Where blood flows free
For earth so sacred,
Where spirits are bound
With unseen chains,
And man kills man
With burning hatred.

Where land is life
And will not be taken,
Where the cost is death
And dearly paid,
Where pride is fierce
And stands unshaken,
Where blood is history
No time will fade.

Where bitter tears weep
For the past gone by,
Where hearts are severed
With freedom's fight,
Where souls of the dead
Haunt the desert dry,
Where red is a sin
Overruled by white.

Where pride is trampled
And the spirit broken,
Where liberty remains
With the ghosts of the past,
Where the wind carries
The legends unspoken,
Where the prairies and pastures
Disappear so fast.

There now stands streets
Of city woes,
Of houses, highways and trains,
Where the spirits have gone
No-one knows,
They search for their homes
On the open plains.


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