dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the
small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the
well worded paper signed by the drunken hands of thieves and
suddenly they were told to leave as the snake uncoiled on a road
the length was eighty miles wagons' weary horses lead the
feverish exiles barefoot in the early snow on a ridge where they
beheld their home coarse and barren not the haven promised by the
Father Jaksa Chula Harjo Jaksa Chula Harjo Jaksa Chula Harjo **
the Red Sticks first and the Dancing Ghosts were pierced with
arms of fire and the weeping widows left could not avenge so the
Western Star manifest its will drove them clear into the Pacific
O gone the way of flesh turned pale and died by your god's
decree for he hated me ** Cherokee nome para Andrew Jacksono
sétimo presidente dos EUA
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