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Fields
May 26, 2011
I'm running through a field of flowers.
They are blooming alive.
So different are they from graves
On which those buds reside.
Behind, my mother calls my name,
But I will not come back for hours;
To the place my uncle now lies.
'Till then I'm running through a field of flowers.
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