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In the fields where the berries grew
Coyotes come to sing to you
We were listening in the bedroom.
Time you noticed with the deer,
That another was always near,
And how that was like me and you,
Walking through…
I would like to have a place,
Plant a crop in a buildings place
Sit on a hill with a westward face.
Enjoy the view…
Ill sing with you, when you hear it too,
The song you find, when heart has faded time.