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The white-man ravaged the frontiers, The hunting grounds and the plains, Their braves were slaughtered in thousands, The blood was falling like rain, The treaties were signed and the white-man smiled, While twisting their knives in their backs, The whole Indian Nation, was facing starvation, A net of illusion, was squeezing the life from the tribes, Their women were tortured, their bodys thrown into the flames. The flaming arrows were flying, And smoke rose up to the sky,