The stains your tears paint betray your face To those who send you down narrow tunnels The lewd foremen who will fire you tomorrow That do not prefer the smell of breath, 'las, by honour, duty and good grace you go: "はい!" Bolting for a tunnel to go in and fluster The images of a love that you left in the mountains In their eyes you now look soft- For the rule of the camp clearly states the following: "Your accountability is to your time stamp" (So best give all that you can muster) Yet you build pillars of ethics, eternal stone of marvel You build them up from a depth of spirit, Furnaceboy To get fired tomorrow To be left yesterday Though you thought to make things nice You remained eager to do your duty.
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