I Don't Even Like Fish
We sat down by a river.
We threw rocks at little fish.
And she told me she was different,
That things would be okay.
So, I went down to that river,
With an ancient friend of mine.
He told me he was sorry.
He told me not to cry.
Now I'm by the river.
My friends are gone together.
I'm still here throwing rocks.
But the fish are gone forever.
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