April
Thursday 8 January 2009 photo 6/10
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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.
upon the fields of barley.
You'll forget the sun, in his jealous sky
as we walked in fields of gold.
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