Rowing

I pull these oars to stay afloat
And pray each day the wind will blow
But this blue bird’s day does dash my hopes.

I know that I would sink my boat
If ever I should cease to row
But when it seems that I should slow,

My arms grow stronger with every stroke.
My arms grow stronger with every stroke,
An I am better for rowing this boat.

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