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