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Open Field

In an open field,
The tall grass brushing the palm of my hand,
Then it feels like your lips
Are brushing against mine.
I close my eyes
And I can feel you near.
I feel your presence
Like the warm sunshine on my face
As I stand in a field.

In an open field
The wind gently blows passed me,
And around me,
And beside me,
And everywhere around me,
Just like your love surrounds me-
In an open field.

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