An Asian girl standing in an old wheat field along an old rut road looking down in profile, The winds are blowing cross the plains, everyone I know is gone. raining every day since a week from Thursday, tears won't stop flowing. I've been so sad for myself that I can't remember when I've seen a smile like yours and your blue eyes. Going down the way alone like when I was born, don't know which way a way to turn, lost and lonely way lost and lonely.

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