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Night boat to Cairo |
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It's just gone noon, half past monsoon |
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On the banks of the river Nile |
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Here comes the boat only half afloat |
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Oarsman grins a toothless smile |
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Only just one more to this desolate shore |
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Last boat along the river Nile |
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Doesn't seem to care, no more wind in his hair |
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As he reaches his last half mile |
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The oar snaps in his hand before he reaches dry land |
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But the sound doesn't dampen his smile |
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Just pokes at wet sand with an oar in his hand |
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Floats off down the river Nile, floats off down the river Nile |
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[Incomprehensible] |
