"Vibrant and real I lie
Mantled by the open sky
The wind and waves my lullaby
I am the land.
Why do you view me with
Eyes unable to see
The beauty in all that is pure
When it's left to live free?
So hot the fires within my breast
Rock and steel can't stand their test
Yet the songbirds in my green nest
I am the land.
That which is so strong and old
Cannot be bought or sold
Mine is the green and gold
Wealth without end. "
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