Country Boys
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Country boys
Yes, these boys
Try
To bring miracles
On the fields
Crops come up
With no flop
In seasons
The crops come up in abundance
Still life is rough
People laugh
At misery and helplessness
Still you find simple cheers
They have assurance
With promises
From nature
"Dear sons of soils" you are so dear
Show to world
This is not an end
The land shall provide
For head to hide permanently
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