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I want to be your Indian maiden
I'll keep my cheekbones high
And my eyes bright
I'll sew a bearskin rug
To keep us warm
On cold November nights

I want to go to the stream
I'll haul your water on my back
Let you drink from me
When you are thirsty

I'll bare your children
Never letting you know my pain
I'll be a strong, strong woman
Until you come home again

I'll starve for you in winter
If no buffalo you can find
And I'll be your Indian maiden
There to always ease your mind.

1975 cj

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