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Aug 2016
Through the field
golden spikes of wheat kiss my arms.
To love as you do
singing a chorus of soft sunlight
drawing a dance into the sea of skies
looking like the edge of peace.
I want to be with you
Always.
Written by
Stefan Petersen
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