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May 29th, 2006

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Youll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley Well forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in the fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that Ive broken But I swear in the days still left Well walk in the fields of gold Well walk in the fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold Youll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold
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lkadēmijai.
good luck, m-fuckers!
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vakar abi sēdējām gultā un mācījāmies...sāka skanēt fields of gold. viņš mani uzaicināja uz deju. jauki, viņš vienmēr tā dara. tad ir dziesmas, kūru vārdus viņš man čukst. tad ir vēl dziemsas, kuras mēs nekad nenoklausamies, jo viņš izslēdz rādiō..nū vai arī es izslēdzu.
skan:
jauns mēness-piekūns skrien debesīs
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ai, visi man šodien atsaka.

šodien mājās pusdienas un vakariņas taisīju es.
rīsi, sēņu mērce, salāti.
rūgušpiena pankūkas.
pilnīgi nekā radoša, neierasta.

skan:
kosheen-hungry
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lutze, elīna, undīnene piekrita man nākt līdz uz to parku, tikai kad. jebšu...varēju jau arī ātrāk iedomāties, ka var aiziet uz parku un no kakliņ izlakt lēto vīnu.

īstenībā, kā sesija...tā man to dīkdieņu tik ļoti pietrūkst. baigi, ne. varējām jau ikdienas kaut 15 minūtes dārzā pasēdēt un paļerkstēt!

skan:
nik kershaw-wouldn't it be good
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