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You are on your own

We stood at the water’s edge
There lies your country, O my love
You must cross

But the water is deep
And the currents cruel
How may I cross?

You will cross on my back
Just your toes will get wet
I will carry you to the other side
Where your lover waits

Do not go, do not please
You must stay
No I cannot
There is only only hearth
That you may tend.

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