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Vibrant and real |
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I lie Mantled by the open sky |
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The wind and waves my lullaby |
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I am the land. |
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Why do you view me with |
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Eyes unable to see |
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The beauty in all that is pure |
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When it's left to live free? |
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So hot the fires within my breast |
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Rock and steel can't stand their test |
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Yet songbirds in my green beard nest |
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I am the land. |
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That which is so strong and old |
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Cannot be bought or sold |
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Mine is the green and gold |
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Wealth without end. |
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Ruled by the ebb of my oceans |
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Slaves to the dusk and the dawn |
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Your petri - dish civilisations |
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Are buried and born. |
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I watch as you live |
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With your heads in the sand |
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Unable to hear the cry of the land. |
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I was once a ' |
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Happy Hunting |
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Ground' Then one day the eyes of science found |
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A blue - green planet |
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Spinning round a shining star. |
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The timeless giver of all life |
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Offered as a sacrifice |
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The priceless finds it's price |
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In the greed of man. |
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You bury your fears |
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And your heads in the sand |
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So you'll never hear the cry of the land. |
