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Think you own whatever land you land on  
 
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim  
 
But I know every rock and tree and creature  
 
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name  
 
Think the only people who are people  
 
 
Are the people who look and think like you  
 
 
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger  
 
You learn things you never knew  
 
 
You never knew  
 
 
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?  
 
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned  
 
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?  
 
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?  
 
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?  
 
 
 
Come run the hidden pinetrails of the forest  
 
 
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth  
 
Come roll in all the 8)riches all around you  
 
And for once never wonder what they're worth  
 
The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers  
 
 
And the heron and the otter are my friends  
 
And we are all connected to each other  
 
In a circle in a hoop that never ends  
 
How high does the sycamore grow  
 
 
If you cut it down, then you'll never know  
 
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon  
 
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned  
 
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains  
 
To paint with all the colors of the wind  
 
You can own the Earth And still all you'll own is earth  
 
 
Until you can paint with All the colors of the wind 
 
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[ 本帖最后由 lost落 于 2008-9-24 15:54 编辑 ] |   
 
 
 
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