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This land is your land |
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(by Woody Guthrie) |
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This land is your land, |
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This land is my land, |
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From California |
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To the New York Island, |
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From the redwood forest, |
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To the Gulf stream waters, |
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This land was made for you and me. |
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I've roamed and rambled |
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And I've 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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This land is your land, |
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This land is my land, |
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From California |
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To the New York Island, |
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From the redwood forest, |
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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, |
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That ribbon of highway, |
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I saw above me |
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That endless skyway, |
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I saw below me |
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That golden valley. |
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This land was made for you and me. |
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This land is your land, |
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This land is my land, |
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From California |
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To the New York Island, |
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From the redwood forest, |
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To the Gulf stream waters, |
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This land was made for you and me. |
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The sun comes shining |
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As I was strolling |
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The wheat fields waving |
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And the dust clouds rolling |
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The fog was lifting a voice come chanting |
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This land was made for you and me |
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This land is your land, |
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This land is my land, |
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From California |
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To the New York Island, |
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From the redwood forest, |
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To the Gulf stream waters, |
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This land was made for you and me. |
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This land was made for you and me. |
