Toil and tread
Our fingers bled
The blood of stern adherence
The nightingale
Recounts her tale
An ode to perseverance
My tears met
With stinging sweat
To nourish the seeded ground
The nightingale
Lest I would fail
Persists with her siren sound
Still these fields
Bring faithful yields
Of tares to gather and burn
The nightingale
In artful scale
Petitions for my return
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