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We stood and watched fields of wheat beneath the summer Sky,

Holding hands looking at the wheat ripple as the breeze just wandered by,

A squeeze of the hand amoung the scarlet poppies, petals open wide,

We sat to see the poppies rise and dip like red sailed ships on a rolling tide,

Gently kissing as the dry wheatears rustle, ‘to and fro,’ they sway,

Holding each other so tight niether can get away,

We listened to the whisper of newly ripened grain,

As the roving gentle wind makes its way along the golden plain,

And then I woke very confused that I was on my own,

Then it all came back to me that my only love had gone.