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OPENING OF THE WAY COMING FORTH BY DAY ELYSIAN FIELDS
The elysian fields in my mind rule my heart, rule my time. Seven times seven is the valley for me. In side these fields grows the ever-last tree. I dig I plant I prune and there with love are flowers for my room. All my labor that this life has to bring I grow the elysian fields and there is peace within. The elysian fields under my naked feet carry me places were my self I meet, I pull the cord I open the well I decide on what truth to tell. For me and for you I toil in the sun and then like now our day has come. My elysian fields are full and sit ready come and lets walk my sister beloved. The elysian fields winds blow through my life from breath to breath the trees all ways yield fruit. I gorge I rest I gorge again, there is nothing to stop me we are for ever the same. All of the seasons serve only to bring elysian fields to full bloom full light. Is it not true we need the sun and the rain and is it not true we will taste life again.
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