Down by the farmers fields
deserted, quiet, we walked along
the still white land by the
muddy melting road
A two inch layer of resolute ice
a laying beneath that snow
And below that? The cornfields
where the field mice go
deserted, quiet, we walked along
the still white land by the
muddy melting road
A two inch layer of resolute ice
a laying beneath that snow
And below that? The cornfields
where the field mice go
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