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Touch me this day, let your story unfold.
Lift me on wings to mountains of gold.
Thanks for the grieving, damned for the taking.
Cherished possession cut from your flesh.

On the path where you died,
in the land of the free,
on the trail where you cried,
"Nunna daul Isunyi."

In 1830, Jackson let go
a Land Exchange Treaty for settlers greedy.
This Act of Removal Davy Crockett decried.
But in 1838, Van Buren complied.

On the path where you died,
in the land of the free,
on the trail where you cried,
"Nunna daul Isunyi."

Send your army of thousands
to shepherd them west.
Make them homeless in their homeland
with rifles and fists.

On the path where you died,
in the land of the free,
on the trail where you cried,
"Nunna daul Isunyi."