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Throwing stones into the river |
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Watching ripples splashing over |
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Wadding the bank where horses are grazing |
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Reflection shatter quite amazing |
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But soon I quietly ask, is this the way for me |
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I twist my vacuum flask, and have a cup of tee |
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Goin' fishin' never catch none |
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If I did, I'd surely lance |
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The spear is tossed, the first is quiggley |
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The fish tackle scares me, and the snails |
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The pleasure cruiser's speed |
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Laden with wind cheaters |
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The hooters blow and seize |
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My mind from natures creatures |
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Blowing the fish,emptying in my warm hand |
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I want fishin' everlasting |
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You can take my son, If you drown your own daughter |
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Your a man and I'm free |
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Throw a stick into the surface |
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watch it bob, it cruises pass |
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The river flows gently eroding |
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Moves cross land, but not to fast |
