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| He Never Speaks by � eaglespirits02 He talks about days of sorrow and fears The many miles he has walked in his lifetime The struggles he faced as an Indian Brave The many men he killed when he was a fighting Warrior The buffalo he hunted for his starving people He never speaks Tells it all by The tears in his eyes The worn moccasins on his tired feet The faded buffalo hides hanging in the sun The wrinkles on his leathered face The dark stains on his hand and clothes These things tell it better Than words Hoping a white eye Could understand |
