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The ferryman
None can book a crossing
fesivals smiled pain in goodby waves;
the Tora, its words so old and dusty
to wail for prophesy
Can you walk on water
faiths shekel to save or spend
righteousness come as manna --
some earth some nourishment
or garment-laden, past endeavour
The ferryman, heeds no inclement weather
your name upon the slate
payment or a free ride, that tide
the life you lead
fesivals smiled pain in goodby waves;
the Tora, its words so old and dusty
to wail for prophesy
Can you walk on water
faiths shekel to save or spend
righteousness come as manna --
some earth some nourishment
or garment-laden, past endeavour
The ferryman, heeds no inclement weather
your name upon the slate
payment or a free ride, that tide
the life you lead
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