Many Many Moons/Dakotah

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DAKOTAH
Vast is the silent far-flung plain,Shouldering its fields of rippling grain.
Wide are the winds that hurry by,Out of the stretch of the prairie sky.
And the far horizons seem to beBut a hint of a Vast Infinity.
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