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YOUR LAND

As I went walking in the land of our heart,

I found the animals crying.

Their mouths and warm bodies were sudden and slow

And they moved slow and hard to the edge of the woods.

Their legs and their heartbeats and skins were dying.

They curled up like snails at the end of the world.

This land is your land, this land is my land.

As I went out walking, the trees became bark.

They turned in their power and knowledge and pain.

Their arms grew wide open, their lives fell apart.

I heard them in peace and I heard them in horror,

And each leaf or hand was the eye of a world.

This land is your land, this land is my land.

As I went walking by the side of the sea,

I found the waves understanding.

They rolled out of silence and into the mist,

And into the light where it seemed they were pouring.

They roiled with pollution and anger and love,

And the currents of freedom kept rolling.

This land is your land, this land is my land.