| I start up in the north I grow from special seed
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| I sprinkle it with sensibility
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| from French and Hungarian snow
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| I linger in the sprouting until my engine’s full
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| Then I move across the sea
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| To European bliss
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| To language of poets
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| As I cut the cord of home
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| I kiss my mother’s mother
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| look to the horizon
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| wide eyed, new ground
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| humbled by my new surroundings
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| I am a citizen of the planet
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| My president is kwan yin
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| My frontier is on an airplane
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| my prisons: homes for rehabilitating
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| Then I fly back to my nest, I fly back with my nuclear but
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| everything is different
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| So I wait, my yearn for home is broadened, patriotism expanded
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| by callings from beyond
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| So I pack my things nothing precious all things sacred
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| I am a citizen of the planet
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| My laws are all of attraction
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| My punishments are consequences
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| Separating from source the original sin
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| I am a citizen of the planet
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| democracy’s kids are sovereign
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| Where the teachers are the sages
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| And pedestals fill with every parent
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| And so, the next few years are blurry, the next decade’s a flurry
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| of smells and tastes unknown
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| Threads sewn straight through this fabric through fields of every
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| color one culture to another
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| I come alive and I get giddy I am taken and globally naturalized
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| I am a citizen of the planet
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| From simple roots through high vision
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| I am guarded by the angels
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| My body guides the direction I go in
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| I am a citizen of the planet
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| My favorite pastime edge stretching
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| Besotten with human condition
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| these ideals are borne from my deepest within |