The houses, the stones and the coal painted the world black
The sun was rising but I never saw it down there it was dark
No one spoke only the noise of a shovel digging digging
The hands their foreheads have the sweat of those who die
In their eyes, in their hearts there is an emptiness bigger than the sea
The dear face of those who hope comes to mind
This evening like so many in a return .
When I returned you were happy
To see my hands again
Black of smoke, white of love.
But a blacker dawn while the town awakens
A dull roar stops the breathing of those outside
Fear terror on the dear face of those who hope
This evening like many others in a return.
I didn't return and you cried
And my smile couldn't
Remove the tears from your beautiful face.
When I returned you were happy
To see my hands again
Black with smoke, white with love.

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