Tune stuck in my head this morning.
The water is wide I cannot cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that will carry two And both shall row My love and I
Hard to coordinate the creation of public goods.
Tune stuck in my head this morning.
The water is wide I cannot cross over And neither have I wings to fly Build me a boat that will carry two And both shall row My love and I
Hard to coordinate the creation of public goods.