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My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain... There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory.Chief Seattle
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The white man will never be alone. Let him be just, and deal kindly with my people. For the dead are not powerless.Chief Seattle