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It isn't time yet
To fed out and to lie
And to shake dust away
With sways or rake
Up the hay
It isn't time yet
To go home, to friends
Or to mum and the dogs
at a rush in trots
Or a waiting train.
It isn't time yet
To love, to hate
To be angry and
Then make some one
Cry and then to laugh
It isn't time yet
To ridge, to sow
Or weed to harvest
The deeds and misdeed
of our beloved ones
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