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The Drums Sill Beat

The drums still beat,
The songs are not silent,
Feet are still in rhythm with the drum,
The dance still sends the dust up into the atmosphere,
Our Mother the Earth vibrates in uniscience,
Feathers are still worn,
Beads of all colors adorn,
Costumes skillfully made,
Pride shown making a statement—I am an Indian,
Horses are still ridden,

There still an important part of us,
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