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by Yerdua
Down through
Dappled watersShe swam up
Then the fisherman caught herBut she flashed out
And he never saw her againBut the fishing hook
Still gives her painShe wishes she could go back there
To stare at the clouds so whiteBut she can't pretend she hasn't a care
When the hook is pulling tightFor it still trails in her tail
And she will never lose itIt snags on all the things below
And even fish have bit (it)And it reminds her why
She never will go backTo the world above
Where there's the fisherman's shack.
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