Dream Part 2
On the fourth day, 'I spoke to the ferryman', 'He didn't speak but he listened away', 'His presence calmed my shaking hands', 'His eyes felt like he was showing the way', 'Under his boat shifted the sands of time', 'I awoke late crying' On the fifth day, I sat there and await, I was curious to hear what they say, Today they were late, I looked around to search for them, I sat there until the dusk at eight, I wanted to hear about what they dreamed, I thought to myself they were never late, They finally got on the boat it seemed, I stood up and left, And never again we met.
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