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The Sower

At the base of a hill, at the base of a hill,
I tilled the soil with a plowman's skill,
And planted the seed of my guile and greed.
I let it sprout in the summer sun.
From the top of the hill, from the top of the hill,
I learned that my crop was a worthless weed,
Would that the summer had not begun!