Till the setting sun

Till the setting sun

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Just as the darkness meant peace

Peace ceased to be

Rise must the mortal

Sun raised for thee

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Treacherously stand for morning glory

A seed for time to grow

Walk to get coffee

The day is still to sow

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Raise seeds for their season's harvest

Work under the noon sun

Sweat fuels the plants

Next generation's time will come

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Air is cold, harvest season is here

Farmer uses sickle

Till the setting sun

Sleep, for-

the day is done

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