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Green Fields

Once there were green fields   kissed by the sun.

Once there were valleys          where rivers used to run.

Once there were blue skies      with white clouds high above.

Once they were part of            an everlasting love.

We were the lovers      who strolled through green fields

שֶׁמֶשׁ נָשְׁקָה לְשָׂדוֹת יְרֻקִּים

אָז עוֹד בְּגַיְא פִּכְפְּכוּ הַפְּלָגִים

גָּבוֹהַּ בַּתְּכֵלֶת עָנָן שָׁם חָלַף

כָּל זֶה אִתָּנוּ הָיָה אָז מְשֻׁתָּף

זוּג מְאֹהָב – כָּךְ טִיַּלְנוּ בַּשָּׂדוֹת.

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