And if we are but grains of rice
Don’t we deserve
The joy of life?
The privilege to make some noise
To let the wind bend us
In a few directions
The sun light us,
The moon enchant us
Who’s going to see the face of me
And hear the voice of you
If we are all but grains of rice
Let us be merry for the season
We’ll fill your bowl a little later
With hard earned fruits
If our labor
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