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Folk Song

Summer sky and a throat bone dry

And the fields are all gold

Dusty lane with a song in my brain

And it stoned me to my soulI climb higher move towards

The fire, blaze sunSilver trees and a whispering breeze

Are my sight and my sound

And the thought of heaven

Couldnt drag me from the path

When Im wandering here aloneI climb higher move towards

The fire, so blaze sunWatch until it dies

Slow falling from the sky

Pale fading sun

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