What is Life
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset." - Crowfoot. . .1890
It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset." - Crowfoot. . .1890
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