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The Daisy Field.
As you sit in this field,
your field of sorrow
you think of the day that will be the morrow
The hatred,
the strife,
that engulfs your inhabitance
slowly, stealthily
shades your life
You wonder how you'll make it through
although you know you will
this daisy field grows only happiness
as you lay in its leafy presence,
the world swirls around you
and your thoughts go wild too,
of days when things,
weren't so wrong
and you didn't have to sing that same old song-
of sorrow.
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