.In the fields where we laid our heads
Dog barking to the heat of the beating sun
Hot ground, sweet ground a feeling of fever in the air>Kissing the nape of your neck, sighing colors
Breaking sticks into heartsick flaming words
In the fields making love
The luck of the Irish tucked .
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