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This land is your land, and this land is my landFrom California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream watersThis land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And I saw above me that endless skywayI saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and meI roamed and rambled, and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond desertsAll around me, a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and meThere was a big, high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said "Private Property"But on the backside, it didn't say nothing
This land was made for you and meWhen the sun come shining, then I was strolling
And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rollingThe voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and meThis land is your land, and this land is my land
From California to the New York islandFrom the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Concern: A Reality of the Heart, Agni Press, 2025
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