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Minnesota, Oh, Minnesota
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He washed each tiny blade of grass
And many sing his graces,
He flung his showers against the hill,
And all the better places.
A rose is more red
And I listen to the rain,
There's a bird, theres a bee,
They brighten my world again.
Why should I long for what I know?
I love your fertile fields
Feeling the solid strength of earth,
With the surplus of all your yields.
Not what but whom!
The ones we know so old and tired,
With larger lives to live?
Were once with ideals inspired.
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