Taste the pleasure, taste the pain
Feel the heat is rising
But it comes before the rain
Brave the weather, face the rain
Feel the blade is slicing
A tourniquet from further gain
Seize the treasure, grace the gain
Gold becomes enticing
But gold becomes too plain
Climb the mountain, race the plain
And then soon we're gliding
Through amber waves of grain
Work the factories, split the grain
A free country who's guiding
Through the pleasure and the pain
Taste the pleasure, taste the pain
Feel the heat is rising
But it comes before the rain
by Royce Waxenfelter
11/13/89
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