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in wild west there was a tribe, of men fast as mountain river, they believed in nature,they had vibe and gaze that makes you shiver Suddenly it's been deciced that they that they become a prey a white man came to take their land but they stood in their way indian only had a bow and an arrow to fight for his own life but white man brought some weapons every one of them died if you stood on red mountain you could hear the wind hum a song soft melody of indian flutes that are gone for too long
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
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in wild west there was a tribe, of men fast as mountain river, they believed in nature,they had vibe and gaze that makes you shiver Suddenly it's been deciced that they that they become a prey a white man came to take their land but they stood in their way indian only had a bow and an arrow to fight for his own life but white man brought some weapons every one of them died if you stood on red mountain you could hear the wind hum a song soft melody of indian flutes that are gone for too long
indians red men land river wind mountains vibe shiver nature arrow flute song
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Dec 3, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
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