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| By Fledermaus | ||||||||||
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Overly dramatic I presume, for someone who never lived somewhere else
but in the Netherlands... ;) Perhaps all young people are just restless. Ever since Íth saw Banba's pleasant shores The Gaelic tribes knew where to build their home Oh, how I envy the Irish people Knowing where to build their halls and houses Ever since Moses saw the promised land Jewish tribes knew where to found a nation Though their sandy land is bloodstained and scorched They knew where to build their huts and temples Ever since Leif threw a log over board The Vikings have lived in the Smoky Bay Barren and cold, their winters long and dark They at least knew where to moor their longships Ever since Kupe spotted the white cloud Aotearoa is Maori land Though they now share it with Pakeha They know where to bury their ancestors I belong to many different tribes From Frisian marshes to yellow clay From the Middle Kingdom to Evenland All under Heaven is my home. I'm lost
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