When the sun come shining, then I was strollingAnd the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rollingThe voice was chanting as the fog was liftingThis land was made for you and me
Friday, February 23, 2024
This Land Is Your Land
When the sun come shining, then I was strollingAnd the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rollingThe voice was chanting as the fog was liftingThis land was made for you and me
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