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The Fields
Contributed by
inseineangel
on
Thursday, 15th July 2004 @ 11:06:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Come, my children, to the fields.
Come and play with the fairies.
Come play music with the elves.
Come fly with the dragons.
Come, my children, and play in the fields.
For the world around you is dying.
Evil is conquering the unbelievers.
Good is making a hasty retreat.
Come, my children, and play in the fields.
Where the roses grow no thorns.
Come, my children, 'tis growing cold.
I fear the evil is coming.
Listen well, my children, hear my words.
If you believe in the fields you will stay pure.
Come, my children, to the fields.
Come and play with the fairies.
Come play music with the elves.
Come fly with the dragons.
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inseineangel
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2004-07-15 23:06:28]
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Re: The Fields
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by lostinmyself on
Friday, 16th July 2004 @ 09:27:14 AM AEST
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This is so sweet.
I wrote a 9/11 poem once..
This is beautiful.
Phil |
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Re: The Fields
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by Heartfilledblood on
Friday, 16th July 2004 @ 10:28:58 AM AEST
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| Its a beautiful write. I wish there was a place of no evil for people to go. Very well done. :) |
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