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Buffalo

West of the Mississippi Valley
In the rolling Prairies
On the great plains
Buffalo was our food
Clothed us
Millions roamed the grasslands
Millions
Can you imagine it?
Once I saw a herd
Run across my way
For a full day
And still they passed
While I slept

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