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A soul that has lived throughout
the years,
One that has shed many a tears.
Strong as the willow bends without breaking,
cries to the wind, with a heart that is aching.
In tune with god's creatures and creations,
she longs to be amongst the indian nations.
Strong Spirited ling the mustang of the wild, yet
tender enough to trust with the heart of a child.
Our spirits and souls come in many different ways,
Hers if from and Indian maiden
Whom we now call Nettie Mae.
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