Gomper

By the lake with lilly flowers
Wallow away the evening hours
To and fro she’s gently gliding
On the glassy lake she’s riding

She swims to the side
The sun sees her dried
The birds hover high
I’d stifle a cry

The birds hover high
She moans with a sigh

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