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And seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mines
It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul
'Til the stream of your blood is as black as the coal
It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
Where the danger is double and pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines
It's many a man I have known in my day
Who live just to labor his young life away
Where the demons of death often come by surprise
One fall off a slate and you're buried alive
I hope when I'm gone and the ages shall roll
My body will blacken and turn into coal
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home
And pity the miner digging my bones
It's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew
Where danger is double and pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
Over time, their bond became a quiet kind of love — not loud or dramatic, but steady and warm — built on understanding and forgiveness. In each other, they found something neither hero nor villain had ever given them before: peace.
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