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Lost a good friend
Home
The Creators sight
Old Glory stands
Forever last
Never die
This helping hand
To dream the dream of dreams
Mohican tears
These wonderful ones
I go to stay
the journey continues
Let me speak
A world with out trees
A Warriors glory
All is well
Farewell
Storms have been weathered
The codeof a Knight
We hold dear America
You have won
To honor the Oneida Warrior
Until then
You have done well
Lost a good friend
Not to be sold poem
Deadacaded poem
To us did send
Go with God
Forgotten Warrior
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