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This land is your land |
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This land is my land |
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From California to the |
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New York island; |
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From the red wood forest to the |
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Gulf Stream waters |
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This land was made for you and |
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Me.As I was walking that ribbon of highway, |
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I saw above me that endless skyway: |
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I saw below me that golden valley: |
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This land was made for you and me. |
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I've roamed and rambled and |
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I followed my footsteps |
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To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts; |
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And all around me a voice was sounding: |
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This land was made for you and me. |
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When the sun came shining, and |
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I was strolling, |
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And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, |
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A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting: |
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This land was made for you and me. |
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This land is your land |
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This land is my land |
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From California to the |
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New York island; |
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From the red wood forest to the |
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Gulf Stream waters |
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This land was made for you and |
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Me.When the sun came shining, and |
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I was strolling, |
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And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, |
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A voice was chanting and the fog was lifting: |
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This land was made for you and me. |
