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& lt& lt red river valley "

The bison herd left the grassland without a trace.

It knows that humans are coming.

The earth is waiting for people to cultivate it,

Bring it new life with both hands.

The grassland will be covered with golden ears of wheat,

Big cities will be built soon.

welcome

Brothers and sisters of all ethnic groups,

Come to this most beautiful world.