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Within the fields of grain
Within the fields of grain nothing stays the same the field mouse that scurries looks left, then right, then hurries darting between the stems 1000ft high Time passes by
Within the fields of grain nothing stays the same Seasons come and Seasons go Blossom, heat, falling leaves and snow And as the wet crops become more dry Time passes by
Within the fields of grain nothing stays the same The crow that comes to raid Knowing the scarecrow is manmade A stealing, swoop from the sky Time Passes by
Within the fields of grain
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