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So she took her love,
for to gaze awhile,
among 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?
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
when we walked in fields of gold
I never made promises lightly,
and there have been some that i have broken,
but i swear in the days still left

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