Our chiefs are killed.... The little children are freezing to death.... My people have no blankets, no food.... My heart is sick and sad.... I will fight no more forever.
Our chiefs are killed.... The little children are freezing to death.... My people have no blankets, no food.... My heart is sick and sad.... I will fight no more forever.
Good words will not give me back my children.
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