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Leave me a place I can stand and feel the cool water Leave me a land I can feed not stalked by a hunter Leave me a sky I can soar and air to breathe clean Leave me a land I can roam not chased by a machine In leaving me this land You give it to yourself In leaving me this sky You are saving yourself
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\(o.o)/...© Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit 2003 - 2009 ...\(o.o)/
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I created the painting 'Bird Marsh' in Bryce 4 and Paint Shop Pro
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