Field of Bones

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There’s a field covered in white —
Oh, whiter than you’ll ever know.
It must be something beautiful.
Yes, it must be — snow.

But it soon becomes oppressive,
This field of all one tone:
And soon you find the field of white
Is nothing but a field of bones.

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