December
8 January 2009
Idag tog vi bussen 20 minuter ut utanför stan för att gå en promenad. Jag tyckte promenaden var fin.
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Tyvärr började det skymma på en gång nästan..
Vi hittade en väg.
An estate.
You'll remember me, when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun, in his jealous sky as we walked in fields of gold.
So she took her love, for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley. In his arms she fell, as her hair came down among the fields of gold.
See the west wind moves, like a lover so upon the fields of barley. Feel her body rise, when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold.
I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken but I swear in the days still left, We'll walk in fields of gold.
Many years have passed, since those summer days among the fields of barley. See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold.
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