27 lines
671 B
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27 lines
671 B
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wheat gold
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I am well, pushing ears,
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Here to go evening comes.
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Wall standing golden wheat
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On both sides of the track field.
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All night singing in wheat quails:
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That will be a good year,
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More on that side of the river in the village
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My love, my destiny lives.
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Together with her in the same school attended,
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Plow and sow went with it.
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And since then, my dear Field
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More expensive steel and relatives.
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And at a time when on our side
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In the distance the dawn of time standing,
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Native Field says to me,
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About the best in his life said.
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And it's good I stay here
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And, looking into the distance, to think, to be silent.
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Noise, noise high wheat,
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And it does not end in sight.
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