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Sense Field Beautiful Beautiful

up streets In a fashion magazine Beautiful beautiful times I found it in you Beautiful beautiful nights Spending with you Beautiful beautiful lights Shining through you Beautiful beautiful

when the world play it (Bringing back sweet memories, sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Bringing back) Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies Let me tap into your energy, fields

punks they don't try hard Try hard enough, they don't, so they couldn't No joke to what I do inside this field This field to me is filed, there's no

, I see the beauty of earth reversed therein, black seas of sin, plagued sludge of myriad damnations. The force of the black planet earth, my elysium fields

erases birdlight. And in this stunted eclipse I saw myself, some darkness at last tenously visible, love as the sweetest thing. Al Bowlly, Jack Buchanan, sing on, dreaming of the lamps and the beautiful

How astonishing is the chance Of leaving this world impress a sense Of natural beauties on us; hallelujah! I think of green fields; I muse With the greatest

Sense Field Open Heart Surgery into the eyes of such a beautiful girl A dead boy can't smile at the face of such a beautiful girl A dead man can

The moon wanted More of my night I turned off the engine And the headlights The trees appeared As they'd never been gone I promised the fields I'd return

when the world play it (Bringing back sweet memories, sweet memories) (Bringing back sweet memories) (Bringing back) Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies Let me tap into your energy, fields