My boat floats gently,
On a summer’s day.

My oar rests lightly-
A victim to the sun’s rays.

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The water beneath me,
Oh, like a crystal canvas.

But if I look too deep-
Meet, I must, madness.

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For behind that beauty,

Lies the unknown-
Fears concealed-
In an endless store.

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But try, we must,

To look behind every veil-
For the truth lies in the mud-
Oh, the very thing we crave.