Walk through these fields of love
I walk with you.
Catch a glimpse of these romantic stuff,
I see so true.
Feel these feelings, I give to you.
Honor the love, that's what you'll do.
Sell your soul to the highest bidder,
and be glad you did.
Reach out your hand to the one whose richer.
The outcasts that you rid.
Set fire to all your memories,
When this be done, you will be sorry.
Hide away all your fortunes,
And celebrate this, be glory.
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