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A lone brave can never rest in the remains of his motherland, hearing forefathers, their last words the legacy as they died forced to walk many a mile. He Hears, from every wind and sees all the trees as his destiny, even when drained of red blood stains, He stands in the majestic remains... of wisdom from his past whispering to him to never forget that harmony produces courage, heritage, comes from within. Every grass, mineral, rock is rediscovered as Spirits call to him from the past.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Turtle Island
A lone brave can never rest in the remains of his motherland, hearing forefathers, their last words the legacy as they died forced to walk many a mile. He Hears, from every wind and sees all the trees as his destiny, even when drained of red blood stains, He stands in the majestic remains... of wisdom from his past whispering to him to never forget that harmony produces courage, heritage, comes from within. Every grass, mineral, rock is rediscovered as Spirits call to him from the past.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
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