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Imagine me a field where the good words grow,
kids all listen to love on the radio.
Dream me a sky where the clouds are low,
dropping off wishes to the people below.
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Live for the good times, whenever they call,
they won't last forever but who cares about a little bit of love.
You can't dig the ditches for the ditches you dug,
the only way to dig is to turn around and move on up.
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