My Fingers

My Fingers,
I thought they were mine;
they were gifts to raise others,
and bring me great harvest.

My Fingers,
I thought they were mine;
they were lifts to praise others,
and bring me more harvest.

My Fingers,
I thought they were rough;
they were shifts to serve others,
and bring me lost harvest.

My Fingers
I thought they were tough;
they were rifts to nerve others,
and bring me long harvest.

My Fingers
I thought they were strange;
they were guest to carve others,
and bring me loud harvest.

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