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My
true country is the forest, All
the trees surround, A
river flows slowly by, Letting
my mind flow. My
true country is a hillside, Weeds
growing wild, The
wind in my hair, My
true country is the ocean, The
waves crashing on the stones, A
boat just off shore. My
true country is a cave, The
darkness ever present, A
drip of water in the distance. My
true country is a mountain, A
place of the earth, Snow
lying all around.
My true country is every place,
That is not man-made.
Every place that is real.
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