A hot summer day it was
My throat, it was parched
After a brisk evening walk
In search of drinking water I marched
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And he sits
The river, it flows
The cool breeze, it blows
The lamps, they flicker and glow
A hot summer day it was
My throat, it was parched
After a brisk evening walk
In search of drinking water I marched
The river, it flows
The cool breeze, it blows
The lamps, they flicker and glow
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