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On the banks of the river stood Running Bear and Indian braves.
On the other side of the river stood his lovely Indian maid.
Little White dove was her name, such a lovely sight to see.
But their tribes fought with each other, so their love could never be.
Running bear loved Little White Dove with a love big as the sky.
Running bear loved Little White Dove with a love that couldn't die.
He couldn't swim the raging river, 'cause the river was too wide.
He couldn't reach little White dove waitin' on the other side.
In the moonlight he could see her throwing kisses across the waves.
Her little heart was beating faster, waiting there for her brave.
Running Bear loved Little White Dove...
Running Bear went in the water, Little White Dove did the same.
And they swam up to each other, through the swirling stream they came.
As their hands touched and their lips met, the raging river pulled them
down.
Now they'll always be together, in that happy hunting ground.
Running Bear loved Little White Dove...
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