The river that you wanted to see turned to be an almost-wasteland
I enjoyed the deficiency, and mosquitoes bit my legs, awkwardly
We designed it as the second au revoir, inadequately
to my surprise, it is beyond the shadow of a doubt
I voiced the grey t-shirt, which reappeared mindlessly
the battle between the top and the center was ridiculous but necessary
I was taken aback when the image of the other river came back
But of course the ice tea was superior to the warm mulled wine
And of course I preferred mosquitoes than red-eyed black swans
