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I started digging a hole,

When I was young they told me I would reach China if I kept digging,

I think the spade was a gift but maybe it was a burden,

I am fine with the labour,
The days the sun shines drums up a thirst,
I used to drink sweet things and smile while I dug. Now the lemonade is bitter and the frost bite turned my toes black

I keep on digging as if you are watching me. When I reached puberty, I was several feet deep already,

I took long breaks in those days as I thought of girls. 

The hole didn't get deeper for a while but the sides were cut like a shallow grave,

I picked up the pace the first time my heart was badly broken. I lost sight of the top and hit a leak, the walls collapsed and I was buried alive. 

I crawled out and the ground was soft and the air wet. The earth was turned and there were no flowers or grass or weeds

I started to dig again, because I was given a spade, it's all I know.

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