.Church steeples, songs of a bird
Soft crying nobody heard
Lives are passed around,
Eyes lookes at the ground
Wind can whistle cold,
And rich men don't grow old
Chorus
The seed is sown, no harvest to collect
Just second-class of factory reject
And four of.
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