| I came to a field of green
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| Where the corn stalks grew so tall
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| The sunlight could not pierce
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| To the winding path below
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| Around and around I went
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| Under those waving stems
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| I followed the shadowed path
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| Marked so faintly with her steps
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| Down in the winding corn maze
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| Where the green stalks shiver in the wind
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| Down in the winding corn maze
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| Where the green stalks shiver in the wind
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| Such spirals spread for miles through the bending leaves
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| There in a swarm of bees, I knelt down at her feet
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| And she took me to her arms in that cloud of honeybees
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| Whirring in their whirling as they rose on golden wings
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| Down in the winding corn maze
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| Where the green stalks shiver in the wind |