Don't stop talking
Spin around and plunge to the grass
Laughter rises and fades with a brush
A look, a dimple, becoming unhinged
Fear and suspense
It drives away, run away
The night makes love fanciful
Is there a way to tell it no?
Shade, shade, shade your eyes
The sun has peeked up over the hill
Now to the mines, to work, to sweat
Groaning and strain, dust and grime
To the field, to pull and pick
Swelter and sting, cut and burn
Day forgets night
And I forget you
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