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You'll remember me when the west wind moves among the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky, when we walked in fields of gold So she took her love, for to gaze awhile, among the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold Will you stay with me Will you be my love Among the fields of barley And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold jag saknar dig .
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