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I used to know this old scarecrow. He was my song, my joy and sorrow. Cast alone between the furrows. Of a field no longer sown by anyone. . I held a dandelion. That said the time had come. To
Eastern Wind - Chris De Burgh. Well my furrows are filled with corn,. I have my woman to keep me warm,. But there`s one thing that I do fear,. That Eastern wind is getting near,. There`s a
shot and shelled. Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks. And guarded them as they fell There soon came a horrible dying yell. From heights that they could not gain. And those whom doom
rebels they shot and shelled. Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranks. And guarded them as they fell. There soon came a horrible dying yell. From heights that they could not gain. And those
I used to know this old scarecrow. He was my song, my joy and sorrow. Cast alone between the furrows. Of a field no longer sown by anyone I held a dandelion. That said the time had come. To
