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Looking over the fields
I can’t help but think
What a great place this is
The birds chirp
The sun shines
The tractor rumbles
The smell of fresh hay
Fills the air
And clears my mind
Worries are gone
Hay gets raked
Breathing is easy
This place is pure
This place is simple
This place is home
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