(KatoOnassis) Smoke rises from a fire that warms the small cabin there As the young girl inside lights her man's big pipe And kisses him goodnight But he is still and stares even deeper into the red flames that burn in the night In Henhough Around the fires of the Crow tribe the elders used to say:
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