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"Not Waving but Drowning" |
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| Stevie Smith | |
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| Nobody heard him, the dead man, | |
| But still he lay moaning: | |
| I was much further out than you thought | |
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And not waving but drowning. |
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Poor chap, he always loved larking |
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And now he's dead |
| It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, | |
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They said. |
| Oh, no no no, it was too cold always | |
| (Still the dead one lay moaning) | |
| I was much too far out all my life | |
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And not waving but drowning. |
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