I saw a little boat far away,
There just where my eyes could see,
It danced on the water
Like a possessed belle,
Before the village gathering,
It's oars glistened in the sun
Stroke by stroke as if playing an invisible tune,
Slowly the little boat disappeared,
To where I shall never know,
Nor do I care to find out,
For in that moment when my thoughts were near,
I had lived and was part of the afternoon,
If history should have a place for the little boat,
Then so shall I for I was there when it mattered,
When no one else dared to look,
And finally when it was gone,
And everything was alright,
I opened my eyes,
And was part of life
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