30 years across a divide
Territorial suicide
If you see us let us go
How sweetly grow the snow drops
In the New Year's snow
30 years of treading walkers
Dogs on leashes and deer stalkers
Treading softly never stops
Over the hills of the Snow drops
Where you put your barriers down
Where you lay your claim to this town's
Hopes and dreams, her fields and streams
You cut in belts of Green and Brown
But you who judge and deem, and measure
Across our land it seems at your leisure
Saying this is ours and that is yours
Is one good way to start some wars
And if you should let greed rule your heart
Then throw away your beauty and art
For nothing sacred can be understood
Unless to live in peace in your own neighbourhood
And nothing built shall be bound
Unless by the folly of those around
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