Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.
O lands! O all so dear to me -- what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.
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