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¡¡¡¡back then we sailed a big boat on the river ¡¡¡¡at dawn ¡¡¡¡back then our collars were frayed but clean ¡¡¡¡back then we didn't tire ¡¡¡¡that was when we were young ¡¡¡¡we were single ¡¡¡¡we didn't ask for wages ¡¡¡¡we drank river water ¡¡¡¡and faced the sun ¡¡¡¡blue corridors opened and closed ¡¡¡¡red-painted wheel turned behind us ¡¡¡¡the deck was unbearably crowded ¡¡¡¡strangers slept atop one another ¡¡¡¡back then we had no home ¡¡¡¡just a window ¡¡¡¡we had no experience ¡¡¡¡we were the farthest from understanding ¡¡¡¡the sharp prow with its ancient rust folded through foam ¡¡¡¡wind stung our cheeks ¡¡¡¡burned our eyelids as we slept on the canopy ¡¡¡¡motionless, we watched ¡¡¡¡meanders turn black beneath day's shade ¡¡¡¡an overpowering scent of mint flashed by ¡¡¡¡flaying us open ¡¡¡¡snowdrifts on the main road quickly go grey ¡¡¡¡we throw back our heads to drink, ¡¡¡¡swallow the sheen of great river