To the Other Side
To the other side of the river fare well
the forest here is burnt and turned to hell
with two gold coins for the ferryman's fee
counting the number of days left for me
drop by drop like rain drops they drip
they never seem to end their trivial trip
I am tired and beat to ground. On your side
wait for me, for the setting sun till I have my ride
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