Ars Nova - Fields of People | Текст песни

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Wildflowers grow everywhere
Vibrations flow, things will have to change

Strange new ideas fill the air
Some people leave, others grieve
Some were bare but things will change
Old concepts go, new ones grow
Every moment
Yes, the world begins again
And the wildflowers grow out of fields

Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed

Streets bluming flowers to the land
There seems will fall calling man to understand
Somethings must die but it's end
Every moment
Watch the world begin again
And the wildflowers grow out of love

Love of people
There's no such thing as a weed
Seeds of hatred
Plant them and soon they will breed
Fields of people
There's no such thing as a weed

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