i found myself in field of dreams
playing with swaying bunch of grain
i love how it moves, yellow waves
no birds flying nor people singing
i didn't look up, i keep on walking
awakened by sunshine coming
i see clock on a wall it's pass four
thanks, i have sleep an hour more
yes, there were days full of dreams
some were short some were novel
i wish i have control of scenario
so i could be there just kissing you
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