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Colors of the wind

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Colors Of The Wind by Pocahontas
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know ?
You don't know . . .

You think you own whatever land you on
The is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every and and creature
Has a , has a spirit , has a

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the cry to the blue corn
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned ?
Can you sing with all the voices of the ?
Can you paint with all the colors of the ?
Can you paint with all the colors of the ?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once , never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle , in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow ?
If you cut it down , then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the
We need to paint with all the colors of the

You can own the and still
All you'll own is until
You can paint with all the colors of the

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