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the water beetle to soothe their growing masses plucked land from the sea while heaven's dark vault canopied the earth's rising the owl stayed awake great buzzard soared low searching out a new nation wings brushing soft ground at the seventh height their sun gave his true blessing light to the valley the Keetoowah clan kept their pride but lost their land giving her the night
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