Life sweeps across the golden fields
In whirls, and whorls of chiming peals
The scythe in its glistening glow
Cuts, swipes, weeps, a ring in its throes
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Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration End, thus life, end, thus work One without the other
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