In The Fields Though Cultivated
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the fields though cultivated
And the hills most in
Green
There's desolation yet
And the winds weep
The winds weep
And my heart lone
Weeps
Cadaver I of Solitude
And the winds weep
The winds weep.
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