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Jun 9
Gentle whispers blowing
Softly in the morning wind
Through the fields where
The soft flowers grow smiling
In the morning sunlight
They all shine so bright
And with a rustle and sigh
They carry a song high
And they dance in the field so green
And with a gentle embrace
It will brighten your space and
With whispers that bring souls to ease.
In The Field.
David P Carroll
Written by
David P Carroll  M/Ireland
(M/Ireland)   
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