White Heron Buffalo Dance
I heard tell of a buffalo man that wonder into trinidad land.
An old railroad town with plotted streets and alleys that
He roamed these southwest facing hills. The wind messed
With his trusty mate and two little buffalo boys in tow they
It is in his DNA to build castle walls where they would dine
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