The best poem of Humanity
At Saint Simon´s chapel I took my seat
and was caught by the waves, how tall they seem
I was waiting for my friend! Will he come?
At the chapel before the altar-stone
I was caught by the waves, they seem to grow.
I was waiting for my friend! Will he come?
And was caught by the waves, how tall they seem
I have no boatman to row for me.
I was waiting for my friend! Will he come?
And was caught by the waves, the sea bellow,
I have no boatman, nor know how to row.
I was waiting for my friend! Will he come?
I have no boatman to row for me,
fair maid I shall die on the open sea.
I was waiting for my friend! Will he come?
I have no boatman, nor know how to row,
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Date:
16 January 2010
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