I'm hiding, falling dawn
Saw your eyes, they're gold and brown
Gold and brown like the sun
Wandering through the rye,
feeling ground of your mind
You will find inside the sun
what you are looking for
Touched the forest of your hair
Felt the river of your hands
Meet me in the rye
not tomorrow, but today
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