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As we come marching, marching
In the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens
A thousand mill lofts gray
Are brightened by the beauty
A sudden sun discloses
And the people here are singing:
Bread and roses
Bread and roses
As we come marching, marching
We battle too for men
For they are in this struggle and together we can win
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes
Hearts can starve as well as bodies
Give us bread
But gives us roses
As we come marching, marching
A hundred million dead
Go crying through our singing
Their ancient cry for bread
Small art and love and beauty
Their grudging spirits knew
Yes it's bread we fight for
But we fight for roses, too
As we come marching, marching
We're standing proud and tall
The rising of the women is the rising of us all
No more the drudge and idler
Can that toil where one reposes
But the sharing of life's glories
Bread and roses
Bread and roses
And bread and roses
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