Walking across a field surrounded
by breeze.
A sunny path between houses.
Across the road a line of trees,
each glittering with sunshine.
The long straight path to my church,
grey light, the noises of afternoon.
Walking across a field surrounded
by breeze.
A sunny path between houses.
Across the road a line of trees,
each glittering with sunshine.
The long straight path to my church,
grey light, the noises of afternoon.
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