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A promise sold and bought

The rains will follow

The plow

A call to tame and toil

What man could turn

His pride

Foregone is the bind of man to soil

And master he’s proclaimed

To seek and spoil

To harness and mold

Naught shall be the bounty

Sowed

Oh cruel is the nature of deceit

Yet ever shall it unfold

The earth knows no master