Only Work
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Work, work, work, and work
All day and all nights
Only works,
All works and no play,
Makes you a clay
O hay, how can I say
It is not false and
How can I say
It is not true
As I myself is with You.
Work is not doleful accents
It is not all perverse
It is not heartless
It is also not remorseless,
Here in this body
That is the ocean salt
Go on working by default
We are all for work
Remember and say work is God
Doing work is getting pleasure.
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