Under the stairs two by two, I've gone to sleep, and I slip into the car on the beep, the waning crack closed doors. Find a free site, in the subway at eight o'clock, maybe everything will change at last. As I sat deflated me a long sigh and I hear it again, another day, i hooooo!, Ai hooooo! And while the meter starts running all sing i hooo!, In unison, we will work IOHA IOHA!, And like every morning I feel uncomfortable Initially, I feel ridiculous, but only at first because the joy from us we do not yet seem to be joyful and contagious until we sang with enthusiasm, i hooo!, convinced i hooo!, while moving into the metro bowels of the Earth, going to work!, and tunnels, turned into galleries of a mine flood of this music is absurd to reach the depth of our destiny and stop to get off the convoy in a row, walked hand peak, shovel, other trucks and started dragging extract minerals, gems or hideous, it matters because the dim light of lanterns just allows us to distinguish our faces blackened where whites of the eyes gleam, different races and match the songs that never cease, the ai hooo! that is heard loudly, bouncing through the galleries and encourages us to move forward one hour and another until the sweat threatening to replace the flesh and fluids become useless and then change the letter, not the melody, and accompanied us back to the subway car ahead, ai ai hooo hooo!, to return to the surface, home to rest!, and return chant softly, in whispers, so just go from strength. Back at the station, ai ai hooo hooo!, Escalators damaged, home to rest!, And now we went one at a time that is what we are forces and come home shattered, but with this point of hope and go, like every night in our room smells thick, deep breaths to find sleep, for months, and rub his lips with mine.
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