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There is a place where it's wise to let the Sleeping Giant lie, where the Antelope roam free, where the Elk are as big as Buffalo, where there is a mountain for you and me, where your eyes can see as far as your sight lets them, where the wind blows Mother Nature's flame of regeneration, where Eagles fly in the Big Sky and nest at the top of the tallest trees, where fish fly and are plentiful for the catching, where the Grizzly and Man co-exist, where you see God......... Montana
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