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You remember me , when the west wind moves,
on the fields of barley.
You can tell the sun, in his jealous sky,
When we walk in fields of gold.
So she took her love for a gaze a while on the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell as her hair came down, among the fields of gold.
I never made promises lightly,
and there have been some that ivé broken.
I swear in the days still left, we will walk in fields of gold,
we will walk in fields of gold...
Will you stay with me, will you be my love,
among the fields of barley.
You can tell the sun, in his jealous sky,
we walked in fields of gold
when we walked in fields of gold...
/robin b <3
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