Little black boat, in the lagoon Grey, green, or blue Placid and beautiful Then one summer, a storm Not the first storm, But first for a while. Water spills over the shoreline Quickly dried, a hand from the sand And the warmth of the air The boat in the middle, trembling As the winds blow, And the lake weeps
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