1
Chirped the bird
Whiten the dawn
Suffice the sleep
Suffice the laziness
Not so fortune are we,
To have it all.
2
Did awake the day
And the huts
Pale become the moon
Flows the heart's chanting
Smiles the dawn
Down the brook
3
Dried out the river
Filled with sand
Blemished the landscape
Dried up the pot
In the field
4
Filled the river
Filler with rage
Blackened the rage
Did stop the toil in the fields
Did stop the fumes.
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