To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.
Kenko Yoshida
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Wooden Indian
I, I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home
Now I am a wooden Indian
Painted dreams inside my head
Times a where you bring me down
And make you wish I was dead
Na na na
I, I was a red man
In my passing made no sound
You were the white man
And you drove me in the ground
Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear with my grandfather's father
We're going to rise again
Na na na
I, I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home
Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear with my grandfather's father
We're going to rise again