Aqueous Transmission
I'm floating down a river that has no end
I'm in this boat alone
Can't you hear me calling?
Trying to transmit,
Can you hear me?
It's cold here now,
The frogs have disappeared
You and I disappeared
Where are you going,
Where have you been?
I need you the most,
when you are no where to be found
Building an antenna
Give me a sign
On the brink of Death
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