Just after the rains, joyous evenings
The gentle wind blows ripples, moves the boats
Until the paper soaks water, sinks slowly
Paper boats are fun, they last for a while
They never overstay their welcome
For eyes that have cried at their drowning
A hand has promptly floated another one
Those fun moments of rains in our childhood
Are moments that remain with us on Styx too
I haven't been there, but we will all get there
I just hope to bring paper sheets for our meet
I make excellent paper boats, strong ones too
So when we are rowed, fret not one's drowning
I shall run my hands on your head, pacify you
Set afloat another one, watching it sail through
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