One day I found a box,
Hidden deep down in the cellar
For years behind the racks of wine

Inside I found a bone
All covered up with dust
And I could not explain
That layer of rust

Out into the garden I went
And finally put
That bone into the soil
Under a large tree

Everytime I go to sit down
Under this old tree
I close my eyes and then
This bone sends me a song

I hear a small voice
That bone talks to me
It wants to get back into its box

That I already filled with dust
Old pictures of my youth
A ribbon and a book
Matches and old teeth
Two needles, sand and a hook

I close my eyes and hear
The mourning of my own
Private corroded bone

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Corroded Bone

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box, wine, garden, bone