These days my fervent prayers
Are all the names of my friends
We gather together in the church
Of occasional rain and sing its praises
Then sit and talk on the beach
Worrying and laughing about one another
Often there's a sermon or a joke
Which drives us off for a swim
Or back to the house for a nap
But sometimes no one comes
Or comes and then quickly leaves
I keep the darker days for myself
My friend the lake seems all I need
And my friend who walks its waves
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