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The Boatmans Dirge
Mat_j
14 Jan 2004
Eternity on a fiddle
Beneath the cool black lake
Death on a ship in the water
A sordid bitter mistake
Drunk on the milk of a Goddess
The water whispered quietly
Delerious from the sprays poison
Dreaming of when i was free
Stuck in the hold with a three piece band
The pipes a guitar and me
For ever we'll play our mounful song
To aid sailers across this dark sea.
(Taken from Vespers)
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