Across the river I called I called
And there was no reply save My Darling
Across the river who said to me
You call in vain call in vain
And when I asked her why, why?
She spoke no more but moaned
Across the river and dropped from the shore
Into the river and was carried away
Before my eyes
Down down by the stream while I cried I cried
Into the river that gave no solace.
—jim sloman, april 1963
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