If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways
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If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways
