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Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging buffalo shoulder, Lean Indian face,
We who come after where you are
Salute your forms on the new nickel. You are To us: The past. Runners On the prairie: Good-by.
Carl Sandburg
Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Pr
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