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
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