+you'll remember me when the west wind moves
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among the fields of barley
you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
when we walked in fields of gold
*
will you stay with me
will you be my love
*
i never made promises lightly
and there have been some that iI've broken
but i swear in the days still left
we will walk in fields of gold
many years have passed since those summer days
see the children run as the sun goes down
as you lie in fields of gold
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-gms-
Stefan Hillgruber 17. Juni 2010, 23:14
die haare werden schatten...wunderbar!D. P. 17. Juni 2010, 1:28
schon wieder ;)