Men in their boats on lakes
In rivers and streams,
Create a rhapsody;
A life on the fly.
Casting tall tales,
Wistfully day dreaming
In Sweetest Reveries,
Of the one that got away.
Old battles lost or won
All fondly recalled;
The hauntings of
A rhapsody on the fly.
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