Sometimes the ore is plentiful,
Ready to the pick and easy to refine;
Sometimes there's a struggle to bring it to light,
A challenge to get it up out of the mine.
Sometimes, though, the lode appears to run out,
And the digging must turn another way;
Sometimes the poor miner must leave off the work
And return back to it on another day.
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