it’s the fields of roses that come to me
it's the field roses that no one can see
the field of roses I choose to hide
the field roses no one can find
in the fields where no can exactly hear
in silence the innocence will run with fear
they listen to flowers who bloom at night
how can the love ever show up so right
was it him or her that ruined the scene
to live with harmony I can hardly believe
is not a story in which we want to give
in it’s the fields they learn how to finally live
it's the field roses that no one can see
the field of roses I choose to hide
the field roses no one can find
listen to winds which are the truths
the givers of life without the rules
listen to flowers as they bloom at night
beauty and happiness shall take your sight
are they to know what it is wrong or true
living in dangerous lives without the clue
escaping reality in the fields to change
is there anything that’s so mysterious or strange
it’s the fields of roses that come to
it's the field roses that no one can see
the field of roses I choose to hide
the field roses no one can find
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