White man, white man, come and go
Through foreign land of indigo
Scatter bullets, purge grass plains
Push away the harvest rains
Tattered robes embrace patch grass
Thumping way for progress pass
To a timeless change now they succumb;
A peaceful mind now turning numb
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
White man, white man, come and go
Through foreign land of indigo
Scatter bullets, purge grass plains
Push away the harvest rains
Tattered robes embrace patch grass
Thumping way for progress pass
To a timeless change now they succumb;
A peaceful mind now turning numb
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