| I like to sit here in the sunshine
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| The trees in the fields are green sublime
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| Suspended in time
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| And don’t it make you feel small?
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| I like to sit here by the fire’s light
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| The trees in the fields lie bare to the night
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| The stars burn bright
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| And don’t it make you feel small?
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| Everyone needs a place they can hide
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| Hide away find a space to be alone
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| Everyone needs a place they can hide
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| Everyone needs to find peace sublime
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| I like to sit here in the Autumn time
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| The trees in the fields they rustle in the wind
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| The church bells gently chime
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| Gentle on your mind
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| Suspendend in time
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| And don’t it make you feel small?
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| Everyone needs a place they can hide
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| Everyone needs to find peace sublime
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| Oh peace of mind
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| Everyone needs a place they can hide
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| Hide away find a space to be alone
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| Everyone needs a place they can hide
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| Hide away find a space to be alone
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| Everyone needs a place they can hide
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| Hide away find a space to be alone
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| Everyone needs a place they can hide
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| Everyone needs to find — peace sublime
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| Oh peace of mind |