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You'll remember me when the west wind moves |
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Among the fields of barley |
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You can tell the sun in his jealous sky |
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When we walked in fields of gold |
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I never made promises lightly |
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And there have been some that I've broken |
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But I swear in the days still left |
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We'll walk in fields of gold |
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We'll walk in fields of gold |
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I never made promises lightly |
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And there have been some that I've broken |
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But I swear in the days still left |
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We'll walk in fields of gold |
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We will walk in fields of gold |
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We will walk in fields of gold |
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Many years have passed |
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Since those summer days |
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Among the fields of barley |
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See the children run as the sun goes down |
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As you lie in fields of gold |
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You'll remember me when the west wind moves |
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Among the fields of barley |
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You can tell the sun in his jealous sky |
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When we walked in fields of gold |
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When we walked in fields of gold |
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When we walked in fields of gold |
