Row Your Boat
Row, row, row your boat
And Pray to God she floats,
Because not all streams are gentle.
And some dreams become nightmares;
Or leave us crying with wide-eyed stares,
Or take away our sleep and make us worry,
turning merrily, merrily to sorry, sorry.
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