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These were the last words of Crowfoot, Chief of the Blackfoot Indians. Beautiful Words:
"A little while and I will be gone from among you.
Whither. I cannot tell. From nowhere we came;
Into nowhere we go.
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 as the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
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