Fields of Dream
Overlooking fields of flowers
The palettes of the Spring
Optic panoramas
I take in everything
Forsythias bright yellow
Croci violet
Tulips of all colors
It'd be better yet
If I could see them all with you
I'd pick a grand bouquet
And give to you one petal
To save and put away
But if this dream's not practical
Not possible today
I'll wait until the wind blows
And send a kiss your way
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