| Color of the wind
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| :vanessa williams
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| Think you own whatever land you land on
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| 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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| 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 learn things you never knew
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| You never knew
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| Have you ever heard the wolf cry
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| To the blue corn moon
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| Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
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| Can you sing with all the voices
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| Of the mountains
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| Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
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| Come run the hidden pinet rails 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 rivers are my brothers
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| And the heron and the other 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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| Or let the eagle tell you where he’s been
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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
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| Or whether we are white or copper-skinned
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| We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
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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 all you’ll own is earth
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| Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind |