The Field

A vast, endless green field
Overwhelms me with its beauty
The soft, billowing breeze won't yield
How I wish you were here with me
Flowers of ev'ry hue
Dance so slowly to the wind's beat
What I would give to dance with you
To laugh and kiss in the spring's heat

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