by Stevie Smith
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Nobody heard him, the dead man
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But still he lay moaning
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I was much further out than you thought
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And not waving but drowning
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Old man, he always loved looking
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And now he's dead
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It must have been too cold for him
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His heart gave way, they said
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Oh no, no it was too cold always
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And still the dead one lay moaning
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And I was much too far out all my life
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And not waving but drowning
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Not Waving But Drowning
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| Tanita Tikaram |
