your river is notorious O oarsman
and your dinghy whiny weak
all day clouds been conspiring
with the winds in no way meek
your shore still far away O oarsman
and the evening is growing deep
your oars been trying adding weight
with your limbs trying to sleep
your heart is alone with you O oarsman
and no one listening to any of you
sing aloud to each other O oarsman
and let all besiegers listen too.
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