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Fields of flowers

Crops of sorrow

Spreading fresh air

To the ones of tomorrow

That gentle and innocent look

Expressing the sadness

Involving that young soul

Into the deepest madness

Little one, free your mind

Let the wind blow trough

your weak soul

You can continue crawling

Look behind that window

Whisper gently, whisper...

Little one, free your hope

Open your hand

So I can grab you

Keep on stretching your hand

So it could be possible to grab you