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For the Residential School Dead

Children, gather around

Wrap this nation in forgiveness

We want to apologise for the sins

That we created in the past

We took away yr names

We took away yr language

Children, children wrap yr arms

Around our souls

So, we never forget

Yr tears are shattering our minds

As we curse those who did this to you

Let the Creator dry yr tears

So, you can finally go home

And live–in peace

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