2017.06.11

“Deagol”

The tall grass on the river

The cold currents of summer

You tangle the lines, angler

I’ll paddle, our coracle all a’tremble

The wind at our face, fish a’slumber

It caught your eye, diving in the river

But it was mine

And what I would give to bring you back

But now it’s mine

In the tall grass on the river

The cold passions of summer

You took what’s mine, angler

The struggle, our coracle all a’tremble

Wind in my face, you a’slumber

It caught your eye, diving in the river

But it was mine

and would that I could bring you back

But now it’s mine

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