花うた。
you think you own whatever land you land on,
the earth is just a dead thing you can claim,
but i know every rock and tree and creature,
has a life, has a spirit, has a name,
＜omission＞
how high will the sycamore grow?
if you cut it down then you will 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 mountains,
we need to paint with all the colours of the wind
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「il Duomo（男性名詞）」の部分を入れ替えて言ってみましょう！
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