burning wood lights the night
dances mimicking eagle's flight
feasting on roasted buffalo meat
we haven't discovered drinks yet
the dreamers love to jump the cliff
after chewing and eating evil leaf
hiding behind tree; sneaking kiss
is the best keep secret, i miss
now i'm sitting here watching
my people celebrating a feast
after good buffalo hunt in west
later we rest, hoping for peace
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