29 lines
642 B
Plaintext
29 lines
642 B
Plaintext
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Song of the hot metal
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I need a native piece of heaven,
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Understanding of the business,
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And yet - your smile to me,
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More I do not need anything.
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Chorus:
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Beautiful forest and field, and flowers,
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Beautiful forest and field, and flowers,
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Sandy ples, and a boat mooring,
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But the world is not perfect beauty,
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But the world is not perfect beauty,
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The hot metal beauty!
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You do not rvis forward, all looking,
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its time to come to all,
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But in their favorite business
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Be sure to go out to the master.
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Chorus.
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Every day evening out the old,
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Differently to sing and to live,
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And the soul, guys, not the guitar -
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Seven strings it does not put.
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Chorus.
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