You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze a while Among the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold
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Oh, jeg og ville ha Jan Thomas boka:)
Hihi, ja den er utrolig bra faktisk;p
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