The story
He believes the old hat can change what the day becomes.
He tips on a straw hat and steps into the glare, acting like a little luck can turn dust into something better. The fields stay plain and the work stays hard, but he keeps it on as if the brim can pull a breeze, a rain cloud, a different answer from the sky. When evening comes, the spell only holds long enough to make tomorrow feel close enough to reach.
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Lyrics
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