Of open soft fields.
And magic streams.
I dreamt a dream.
Of summer days.
And of fierce braves.
I dreamt a dream.
Of gentle rain.
And the feel of it,
against my braid.
I dreamt a dream.
Of years gone by.
And the open clear blue sky.
I dreamt a dream.
Of ancestors free.
And knew that it would never,
be me.
I dreamt a dream.
Of buffalo roaming.
And heard my wounded
people moaning.
I dreamt a dream.
Of pure sweet air.
And realized,
that it just wasn't there.
I dreamt a dream.
Of wild running horses.
And realized,
that they were just no more.
I dreamt a dream.
That the white man came.
And realized that my people,
would never be the same.
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