Some friends implore me, with affection:
as if I wasn't under steam,
you're rowing in the wrong direction,
what is this need to get upstream,
to struggle so against the current.
The will to make things are, that aren't.
Some friends implore me, with affection:
as if I wasn't under steam,
you're rowing in the wrong direction,
what is this need to get upstream,
to struggle so against the current.
The will to make things are, that aren't.
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