31 lines
616 B
Plaintext
31 lines
616 B
Plaintext
Worker
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If Dawn glimmers a clear,
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So there will be good days,
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The jacket dirty and greasy
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you go to work.
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And earlier this morning
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Step your loud wakes everyone.
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Out of the light of the above title,
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The working man!
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Plvut ships under the stars,
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Proudly towering bridges:
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It's not created by God,
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It made just you!
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You built these buildings,
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You sent the riverbeds,
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Out of the light of the above title,
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The working man!
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You, loving home side,
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So decided to live in the world,
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To human happiness equally
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On the planet to share!
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no tests
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Not break you forever;
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Out of the light of the above title,
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The working man! |