Though I was not born
on this rich soil
this is the geography
where I learned to toil
Where the corn grows
Green and tall
and the leaves
turn brown in the fall
This is the land
where my heart wept
and the place
where my secrets are kept
Here the trees
gave me summer shade
and where my memories
have now begun to fade
This is where my mind grew
and in this wonderful place
I found love
when I found you
and you fit me like a glove
This is the place
where I ate my morning banana
with a smile on my face
and a dream of my precious Indiana
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