An early star has fallen, coolness in the fields,
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A ferry floats, water sings about something nearby.
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And where the river glows near the quiet grove,
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A gray-haired ferryman connects the shores.
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There are so many separations on earth and different destinies,
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At dawn, the ferryman gives hope to people.
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Now they need the left bank, then the right bank.
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There are many lovers - he is alone at the crossing.
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Time flows without end at the quiet grove,
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A gray-haired ferryman crowns young hearts,
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But the ferry cannot connect us with you,
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We will never repeat what happened.
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There are so many separations on earth and different destinies,
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At dawn, the ferryman gives hope to people.
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Now they need the left bank, then the right bank.
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There are many lovers - he is alone at the crossing.
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An early star has fallen, coolness in the fields,
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A ferry floats, water sings about something nearby ...
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There are so many separations on earth and different destinies,
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At dawn, the ferryman gives hope to people.
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Now they need the left bank, then the right bank.
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There are many lovers - he is one,
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There are many lovers - he is one
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At the crossing.
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There are many lovers - he is one
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At the crossing. |