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Fields of Sorrow

Transcend yourself within your minds,tho we feel, our hearts are blind,torn apart by material things.We forgot what made our familys so great,morals that we all must work for our bread.We lay our children at night in their beds.When all they want is a shot at tommarow to be positive people in fields i call Sorrow

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