Elysian Fields
Brushing trailing fingers through the rye
Gliding through Elysian Fields waist high
The susurrus of wind on grain a soft sigh
Passing fallen Doric columns where they lie
Forever, forever passing through the rye
Through Elysian Fields with shades on nigh
Brushing trailing fingers through the rye
Gliding through Elysian Fields waist high
The susurrus of wind on grain a soft sigh
Passing fallen Doric columns where they lie
Forever, forever passing through the rye
Through Elysian Fields with shades on nigh
Brushing trailing fingers through the rye
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