Harvest time is coming...fields took their blond colors from the sun...
An other summer...an other harvest...and the deep faith of a new flowerage again...because nothing never die...
"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 Youll 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 When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold"
© Sting
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