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  • The Lark

    The Lark

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    Out in the field where the lark it flies, Over the earth where my heart it lies, Oh how it sings when the west winds blow, Out in the field where no-one goes. Oh how I’m cold will you let me in, If you could hear me speak, where would I begin, Time it is…