When the fruits of your labor
Are selfishly sought
There's a bitter flavor,
Bruises, and even rot!
When the fruits of your labor
Are selfless and clean
There's a ripe sweet flavor
And purity is seen
By our fruit we produce we will be known.
Are selfishly sought
There's a bitter flavor,
Bruises, and even rot!
When the fruits of your labor
Are selfless and clean
There's a ripe sweet flavor
And purity is seen
By our fruit we produce we will be known.
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