think you own whatever land
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you land on
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The earth is just a dead thing
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you can claim
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But I know ev'ry rock
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and tree and creature
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Has a life has a spirit
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has a name
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think the only
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people who are people
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people who look
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and think like you
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But if you walk the foot steps
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of a stranger
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You'll learn things
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you never knew you never knew
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Have you ever heard the
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wolf cry to the blue
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corn moon
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Or asked the grinning bobcat
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why he grinned
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Can you sing with all the
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voices of the mountain
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Can you paint with all the
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colors of the wind
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Can you paint with all the
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colors of the wind
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Come run the hidden
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pine trails of the forest
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Come taste the sun sweet
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berries of the earth
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Come roll in all the riches
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all around you
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And for once never wonder
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what they're worth
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The rainstorm and the river
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are my brothers
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The heron and the otter
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are my friends
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And we are all connected
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to each other
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In a circle of a hope
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that never ends
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Have you ever heard the
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wolf cry to the blue corn moon
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Or let the egle tell you
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where he's been
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Can you sing with all the
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voices of the mountain
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Can you paint with all
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the colors of the wind
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Can you paint with all the
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colors of the wind
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How high does the sycamore grow
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If you cut it down
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then you'll never know And
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you'll never hear the wolf cry
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to the blue corn moon
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we are whether white
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or copper skinned
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We need to sing with all
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voices of the mountain
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We need to paint with all
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the colors of the wind
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You can own the earth and srill
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All you own is earth unitl
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You can paint with all the
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colors of the wind
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Colors Of The Wind
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| Lil` Sis Shi Shi |
