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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 walk in fields of gold.
So she took her love,
For to gaze a while,
Upon the fields of barley.
In his arms she fell,
as her hair came down,
Among the fields of gold.
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2024-02-11T14:53:53.510Z