Fields Of Gold

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Across the courtyard from there
Stood wooden pens holding sheep & pigs & cows.
Over the fields of gold, on the wooden fence,
Sat a lonely farmer boy
Whose mama wasn't around anymore.
As the sun starts to go down,
The fields of his heart got caught on fire.

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