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The moon Paints deep waters black, 

Broken blades of silver shattered by a soft breeze

Ripples make valleys of blue white darkness 

Another step into the deep

Water laps cold summer black 

Waist high now, heart strings double knotted on leaden weights. 

Pluck them and they will sing a mournful wail. 

Life is a chore, a task in which I find no peace. 

Still my song ye dark waters, 

Across the deep, tread the river bottom, across.