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Into my heart, an air that kills Across those blue-remembered hills A distant field I used to know A place I’ve been, but cannot go Is this the land of lost content? Are those my dreams, or are they places where I’ve been? Is this the land of lost content? Are those my dreams, or are they places where I’ve been? Into my eyes a warmth, it glows What ancient spires or xxxx are those? A distant field I used to know A place I’ve been, but cannot go Is this the land of lost content? Are those my dreams, or are they places where I’ve been? Is this the land of lost content? Are those my dreams, or are they places where I’ve been? In fields of dreams Remembered hills The distant fields All’s in view Is this the land of lost content? Are those my dreams, or are they places where I’ve been? Is this the land of lost content? Are those my dreams, or are they places where I’ve been? Lyrics inspired by ’A Shropshire Lad’ A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
