Once upon a time, she sent me a postcard saying that place was the most wonderful landscape she had ever been. She said it would be nice to have a nice partner to share with her that beautiful horizon and count how many colors the flowers may have there. The sky was very dark here when I got her card and all the stars were faded. Everywhere you looked around was so sad, but her card. Her smile in a picture inside the card could bring the brightness back to the sky, lightning up all the stars immediately! Then, a smile came in my face. All the songs I heard Sting singing came into my head and I got the Fields of Gold in my heart. I started singing it out loud, expecting she could hear it. Obviously, she couldn’t, but somewhere inside me it said that she would. And then I did it again. Again and again. Do you really know, girl, what the fields of barley mean to all this stuff? What about that smile? Is it for me? Oh, my piece of golden sky, you don’t know how much playing at t
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