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happy number 4

Lewis.04.07.07.020

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold

[p.s. here’s the Google Search Story I created last year…]

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