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 I read about a man getting drowned once
 His friends thought he was waving to them from the sea
 But really, he was drowning
 And then I thought that, in a way, it is true of life too
 That a lot of people pretend, out of bravery really
 That they are very jolly and ordinary sort of chaps
 But really they do not feel at home at all in the world
 Or able to make friends easily
 So then they joke a lot and laugh
 And people think they're quite alright and jolly nice too
 But sometimes that brave pretense breaks down
 And then, like the poor man in this poem, they are lost
 Not waving, but drowning
 
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