In the Fields of Bones
In the Fields of Bones
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from where I hear a gloomy life
walk by
nothing but a shred of light
conquers shadows
and it was I who
thought that light was mine
when all along
it was the sorrow
of finding a frozen
melon-heart
a handkerchief stalks
my tears
hopping my grief will be swift
in the fields of bones
and parsley
and parsley
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