| This land is your land This land is my land
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| From California to the New York island;
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| From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
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| This land was made for you and Me
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| As I was walking that ribbon of highway
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| I saw above me that endless skyway:
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| I saw below me that golden valley:
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| This land was made for you and me
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| I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
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| To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
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| And all around me a voice was sounding:
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| This land was made for you and me
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| When the sun came shining, and I was strolling
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| And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
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| As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
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| This land was made for you and me
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| As I went walking I saw a sign there
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| And on the sign it said |