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We're all sitting in our own sail boats Lost on a river that goes on and on The tides carry us with the turbulent flow To where the river ends at a water fall So deep and high we won't survive Oh we won't make it out alive Drowning will not kill us Submerged in darkness death will be spontaneous For unless we choose to open our eyes Blink several times until our sight adapts To the luminous light at the front of our boats That tells us how to row the boat of life We won't be able to turn around And row ourselves to safe shores Where the river begins on a beautiful mountain side Where soft grass sways and glitters the snow
