as the fields go hurrying by in a blaze of earth and sky my thoughts go racing too to find their way back home to you how do i make myself clear? i don't speak the language here don't know my way around i'm a stranger in the town you know "patience" says my heart and mind but my soul knows it must leave in time as the sun goes solemnly down in the fields beyond this town it holds me in its spell it's a miracle in itself you know
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