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I seek to uncover
the lore of the mothers,
the old tribal pathways,
the songs and the stories.
The eagle flies freely
above the deep canyons.
But I am entrapped here
in the strangers' new world.
I long to recover
the joy and the beauty
of tribal traditions
we lost in the troubles.
The eagle flies freely
above the high mountains.
But my wings have been clipped
by a conqueror's sword.
