You give us the sands on the desert; you give us the waves on the shore
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We take what we please from the rivers and seas and still we keep asking for more
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You give us the mountains and valleys; you give us the trees and the air
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We saw and we burn and still we don't learn, and it seems that nobody cares
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Are you the giver who longs for the gift that you bring?
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How can you always be all things to all things?
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You give us the seasons in order to nourish an build up the land
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With a plow and a hoe, we make the seed grow, but still things get out of hand
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You give us our animal brothers, the feather, the fur, and the fin
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We trap and we train till so few remain; we swear we won't do that again
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Are you the giver who longs for the gift that you bring?
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How can you always be all things to all things?
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All Things To All Things
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| John Anderson |
