| 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 |