Quote by Sitting Bull
When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them? – Sitting Bull

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