Lyrics:
The Unploughed Field The plaint of the field resounded From the crest of the mountain ridges: Oh God! Oh God, my beloved! If only a youth could be
of the scale. The glittering veneer visible, an elusive aim for the miserable A narcotic gas for the crowd to forget about those fields unploughed I can't get
of reckoning The truth sounds out so loud its defeaning Never will you come n overpower my words My unploughed dirt will grow the last flowers of earth In
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