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Sweet River | ||
| Beneath the bridge the river flows. I don't know where the water goes. It winks at me and passes on. Without a sigh, it's quickly gone. Yet more has come to take its place. It's in life's never-ending race. It glimmers with incessant joy, Aware that it must not destroy The love its viewers gently share And carry with them everywhere. Flow on, sweet river, bright and wet: Your work has not been finished yet. | ||
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