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The Eagle Cries


So much lost…

 so little gained

 

Prairies in judgment,

our destiny framed

 

So little gained

for what we lost

 

Spirits now orphaned

—tomorrow the cost

 

(Browning Montana: Blackfoot Reservation - May, 1995). 

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