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