Let’s sing a song…
About the drain so long
Miseries in cloak, so wrong
Souls in black of pain
Earth, dry no harvest to gain
Let’s sing aloud, not in vain.
Our butter has turn sour
Moon’s shedding tears this hour
We can’t survive later than four
Hunger’s a bane, we do not need
It’s pang grab off our feed
Come, rain now! Wails in need
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