Sitting in a field
In the middle of the sun
The birds are singing
And the night is done
The feeling in my lungs
Of the cold morning air
Wind whispers softly
Running through my hair
Hot sun rays
Beating down on my back
Suddenly I see
That you've come back
I never thought
I'd see your face again
I always thought
That our love was just
Pretend.
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