The field

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I sit in a field
Where the bird's songs conceal
Any other sounds
These trees are my bounds
I sit to take in my surroundings
The sounds are pounding
In my head
And I feel nothing but dread
Cause I don't want to leave
On this eve
The tears fall as I have to walk away

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