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When fields lie calm, and winds stay still, run home. When crows make night, of the fading sun, stay down. When the trees do bow, as if they weep, hide now. Though it's light, beckons forth, a melody calls out. Too late.
When fields lie calm, and winds stay still, run home. When crows make night, of the fading sun, stay down. When the trees do bow, as if they weep, hide now. Though it's light, beckons forth, a melody calls out. Too late.