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''It feels so alive, I feel so dead, When i walk these fields back and forth, Thinking, When will i meet you again?. Still then sun are up in the clouds, And the starts follow the moon, I walk a lonely road, Dreaming about you. Beauty from the hay i feel, Beauty i see you in front of me, When you die, you may fly with your wings away. Above the clouds you live, My Dream is to die, And stay on my fields, To see to the sky, To see after you, To touch the hay and just lay Wait until the day, You came back...''
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