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In a field by the river my love and I did stand,And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened.
Oftentimes what blinds us from the truth are not the lies, but our own ego.