Feb. 26th, 2003 09:35 am
Fields of Gold
# You'll remember me, when the west wind moves, among the fields of barley.
# You can tell the sun, in his jealous sky, as we walk in fields of gold.
Mmmm....
# You can tell the sun, in his jealous sky, as we walk in fields of gold.
Mmmm....
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Have you heard the Gregorian chant version?
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