Amorous farmer,adore you too
Have rough hands to adorn nature
World be horrible without plants
Life be terrible without farmer
I do seek and ask curiously
To know thy cultivating magic
I hate the night mare
With the horrifying starvation
My little voice be a loud noise
Gently applaud your hardship
Annoying the Slumbering lords
Widely open, keep it open
Sowing lives keep it alive
Neither the royals nor the beggars
Neither the feminine nor the masculine
Neither the newborn nor the leanings
Survives without your sweat.
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Amalia Rose James Class: 5 ICSK Junior |