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They work in green fields,

Fields of dreams.

They sweat runs down

As the sun scorches

And torches them.

Getting outta here

Leavin' your fear

Behind you in the rear

And you go to hear

And follow your dreams.

Risin' one day to the top

Never wanting to flop

Getting there nothing in between

Not lettin' nothing intervene.

Overworked, not rewarded,

They still have their dreams.

Their dreams you cannot foil,

As they carry on their toil,

Through the field and the soil.