.Come blackest crow, start the wheat field blow
In a wind so high, it waves and glows
'Til you can't see the wood for the trees
I'm like anybody on their knees
Trying to find a way to make it fit
Picking up sticks
Let's swirl again, take us far away
To the church bell.
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