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| Fields of clover-covered dew You ran from me and I followed you And as they sparkled from the sunrise I saw the dew was the tears you cried I had thought you had no regrets I had thought you could simply forget But then the dew reminded me We must play our parts separately And so I stopped in the middle of the field Laid down my arms, discarded my shield You continued running through the dew And as you ran from me I waited for you |
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