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![]() Sacred Hills The rushing waters speak to all that hear. Sacred hills remember the Cherokee. To help his friend, the white man, become free his many battles fought with gun and spear. To purge their brothers hearts of their cold fear and push English from the shores they did see. The rushing waters speak to all that hear. Sacred hills remember the Cherokee. With swift change their brother's black hearts did rear and forced the Cherokee to run and flee. The land that was their home by the blue sea would nevermore be theirs though close and dear. The rushing waters speak to all that hear. For this rondel I followed the form ABba abAB abbaA
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