Joint Tenancy
I gather up this valley
It is my brightest realm
The feathered leaders
Stand down
Letting me take the helm
Art is mounting
Air is lifting
Lands are forming
Colors sifting
Space so pure
The lost outdoors
Clasp it tight
What’s mine
Is yours
It is my brightest realm
The feathered leaders
Stand down
Letting me take the helm
Art is mounting
Air is lifting
Lands are forming
Colors sifting
Space so pure
The lost outdoors
Clasp it tight
What’s mine
Is yours
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