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Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink ; And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. Nor any drop to drink.
albo ten;
The morning breaks, the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls. And the tide rises, the tide falls.
That I can count the distance
To Heavens not by a sunbeam
But on a computer system
Or I am able to overtake
Sound and hang my thought
At the space infinity
I have written this imaginary moment
In my poem at the alitude
Of eight thousand meters
With SYBERIA below and frozen air
Outside our Boening
Stewardess smile gently
Gives me deep conviction
For safe TAKE-OFF
And LANDING at my destination.
In the plane by fly to China
And all the boards did shrink ; And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where, Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink. Nor any drop to drink.
albo ten;
The morning breaks, the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore, Returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls. And the tide rises, the tide falls.