You knock my socks off...

Jan 26, 2007 01:21


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

will you stay with me
will you be my love
among the fields of barley

you'll forget the sun
in its jealous sky
as we lie in fields of gold.

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somethingnone March 30 2007, 03:03:09 UTC
is this for me?

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