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Oxford, Oxfordshire

Senior Staff

Well I own this field and I wrote this sky, and I have no reason to reason with you All that I have are these bones And all that I want is a home And all you can do Is promise me bold That you won't let me grow dark Or cold As long as we both shall live. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep Night after night, day after day