| Vibrant and real I lie
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| Mantled by the open sky
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| The wind and waves my lullaby
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| I am the land.
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| Why do you view me with
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| Eyes unable to see
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| The beauty in all that is pure
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| When it’s left to live free?
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| So hot the fires within my breast
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| Rock and steel can’t stand their test
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| Yet songbirds in my green beard nest
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| I am the land.
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| That which is so strong and old
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| Cannot be bought or sold
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| Mine is the green and gold
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| Wealth without end.
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| Ruled by the ebb of my oceans
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| Slaves to the dusk and the dawn
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| Your petri — dish civilisations
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| Are buried and born.
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| I watch as you live
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| With your heads in the sand
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| Unable to hear the cry of the land.
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| I was once a 'Happy Hunting Ground'
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| Then one day the eyes of science found
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| A blue — green planet
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| Spinning round a shining star.
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| The timeless giver of all life |