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O once floating on an ancient river
I recall gazing at the world about:
Calm evening, leaves would barely quiver
And wild parrots flew by without a shout.
Before, the current raced and rapids roared,
The canoe hobbled and rocked to and fro;
The world seemed furious and passions soared,
Our poor lives were bound to the river’s flow.
Yet somehow the turmoil drifted away,
As I lay in thy lap, all was tranquil
As if we would float until the last day
And peaceful calm would all our days adrift fill
To float with thee until the ocean meet!
Alas that day to land we did retreat.

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