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We toil and toil tilling With our sweat ******* the soil Yet merrily singing our song From the **** s crow till the sun goes home. The harvest is non- the - less Still in music and songs Trekking like to the end- of - the - world Load - laden till our necks go sore. With stock in ban to feed the whole clan By moonlight we woo to win more hands Till mandiang comes back a - round Bringing us to the start of the round
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
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