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~Crazy Horse~
Where the winter wind blows the downslopes
of the black hills, into a froth of white,
lives the great spirit of Crazy Horse.
Convoluting energy of connecting waves,
show his presence is not to be denied,
He lives again, in the youth,
they take up his fight against oppression.
His body died at Fort Robinson,
but his spirit lives strong among "the people"
woven into the fabric of the ages,
the drums resound with the beat of his heart.
The amber grasslands whisper from his breath of life,
his voice, heard in the ripples of the Little Big Horn,
In the young hearts, he lives again.
( by Spirit Song, 1999 )
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