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The Northern Fields
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(Part two: The Northern Fields)
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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Somewhere far beyond the seas
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Between rotten thoughts and eternal screams
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There's a place near the sunset miles
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A moorland born in fearful dreams
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Wise men told us about these fields
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The land between the calm and the storm
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The wasted land that our fathers damned
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The land in which mysteries were born
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We have been told to spend our lives there
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In the seclusion of eternal snow
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I guess they maybe didn¢„t know
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Yet there¢„s always hope between ebb and flow
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Years we've been waiting for the day
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That our prayers will be heard
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So that damnation has an end
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That we¢„re prepared to return
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To leave the fear
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To leave the past
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To demand
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Satisfaction for our life at last
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Back from the fields
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Back from the past
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Back from the place
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The place you'd forgotten too fast
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Back from the moor
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Cold and wet
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Back from the fields
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The fields that we shall never forget
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The Northern Fields(Part 2)
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| Another Tale |
