I went down to the river. To meet the widow. She gave me an apple. And it was red. . I slept in her black arms. For a century. She wanted nothing in return.
When I take the prisoners swimming. They have the time of their lives. I love to watch them floating. . On their backs. Unburden and relaxed. . I sit in the tall grass and look the other way.
I went down to the river. To meet the widow. She gave me an apple. It was red. . I slept in her black arms for a century. She wanted nothing in return.