And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,Down the hillsides rushed the braves in war-paint and feathers,—
As a signal to the Nations.
Wildly glaring at each other,
In their hearts the feuds of ages.
And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,Down the hillsides rushed the braves in war-paint and feathers,—
As a signal to the Nations.
Wildly glaring at each other,
In their hearts the feuds of ages.
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