Ivan Delgado
I S(H^n
S/ui/l S ee Ivan Colon
One
fine field ol
green
in bet\\'een
my
us/and one bright blue
sk\-
abo\e us/and one singing breeze
cane you a sunset out ol the daylight/so \ou can find your way back home alright/I sit on the edge of this cloud you lett me on/and you, my lo\e, soon shall seeAVhile you are gone painting your pictures new/love won't you remember these pictures soon shall see. I'm sending you/and don't stay away if your heart is calling you/and you, my lo\'e, breathing 'round us/and you,
love,
I
soon
shall see/Ill
I
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