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When The Green Hills Are Covered With Talking Wires And The Wolves No Longer Sing, What Good Will The Money You Paid For Our Land Be Then

What Is There To Life If A Man Cannot Hear The Lonely Cry Of The Whippoorwill Or The Arguments Of The Frogs Around The Pool At Night?

You Must Teach Your Children That The Ground Beneath Their Feet Is The Ashes Of Your Grandfathers. So That They Will Respect The Land, Tell Your Children That The Earth Is Rich With The Lives Of Our Kin. Teach Your Children What We Have Taught Our Children, That The Earth Is Our Mother. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of The Earth. If Men Spit Upon The Ground, They Spit Upon Themselves.

To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors Are Sacred And Their Resting Place Is Hallowed Ground.

Humankind Has Not Woven The Web Of Life. We Are But One Thread Within It. Whatever We Do To The Web, We Do To Ourselves. All Things Are Bound Together. All Things Connect.