last saturday, heave away
coffee, sweat and village bandÂ
sun bakes flowers on the land
last saturday, heave away
anarchy in books I read
hope rises not in chaos bred
last saturday, heavy away
eighty-two it reads outside
making sweet the morning ride
last saturday, heave away
hot to touch and warm the drive
yet in spirit and in body
i cannot feel more alive
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