By the sweat of your brow will you work the land,
Efforts at living are cursed out of hand,
But beauty will cloak you as stumbling, you wind
Your way through the seasons, like all of your kind.
By the sweat of your brow will you work the land, Efforts at living are cursed out of hand, But beauty will cloak you as stumbling, you wind Your way through the seasons, like all of your kind.
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