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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Algonquin Genocide

With a tear running down my face spread to the wind
Spread to the wind my brothers we are all kin
I know someday I’ll be called away
To the land where my fathers cried
It’s not hard to see why they left
Many had died in the genocide and the ones that survived
Kept the legend alive so that we may find ourselves
In the time that we are to be justified
I’ll don’t know what I’ll do but maybe I already have
For in this song I tell you the coming of it Man
This is what I understand I am not an authority
But believe what’s in you heart and maybe it will be

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