lost my new oar
lost my old roar
out on the lake
must have been some
kind of mistake
out on the lake
now she floats all alone
never knowing her home
bobs alone on the lake
i paddled by hand
until i found land
out off the lake
stumbled through fog
then carved her a log
...
now she lives in a rose
in the garden corner
...
i arrive at her tomb
ripped from the womb
...
....
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