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O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, / Missing so much and so much? / O fat white woman whom nobody loves, / Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, / When the grass is soft as the breast of doves / And shivering sweet to the touch? / O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, / Missing so much and so much?