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I no longer need this boat, to carry me on my way

I simply float on waters, under feathered clouds, gray

And yet there is this color, it shines, within the dark

One calling, aloud, my name, singing sweetly, as a lark

Who must be hiding in the trees, lining these waters, afar

I wonder, does he sing for me, or is he wishing me au revoir

As I glide about, in my boat, I see my lantern start to dim

Sailing, into the shining light, I leave behind, a phantom

Singing sweetly, from a limb


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