| My harvest will come, tiny valorous straw
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| Among the millions facing to the sun
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| I will pause before a man whose path has just begun
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| Something unsung our way comes
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| The quarternary code gave mankind a rose
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| So we could see the beautiful die
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| Strange piece of storm hovers over crops
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| In a child's face aglow before the scythe
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| Join the harvest of hundred fields, hearty and tame
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| All going back to one single grain
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| Offer light to the coming day, inspire a child
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| Water the field, surrender to the earth
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| Water the field, surrender to the earth
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| Water the field, surrender to the earth
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| They have beauty beyond the poetry but choose a silent misery
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| The deeper their sea, the less remains
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| They'll find the pretty words and tame flocks to herd
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| There's that or carousel of dare
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| Join the harvest of hundred fields, hearty and tame
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| All going back to one single grain
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| Offer light to the coming day, inspire a child
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| Water the field, surrender to the earth
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| Water the field, surrender to the earth
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| Join the harvest of hundred fields
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| Join the harvest of hundred fields, hearty and tame
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| All going back to one single grain
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| Offer light to the coming day, inspire a child
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| Water the field, surrender to the earth
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| Join the harvest of hundred fields, hearty and tame
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| All going back to one single grain
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| Offer light to the coming day, inspire a child
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| Water the field, surrender to the earth
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| Surrender to the earth
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| Arrive alive |