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Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Me and my ?ah? mother and father ? and a grandmother and a grandfather ? were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just ? I don't know what happened ? but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.

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