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Life's Stream | ||
| As we swim across life's stream To'rd the distant shore a-gleam We can stop on any rock To recharge and take some stock. Who knows what we'll find in store As we travel to the shore? Eddies deep and sharks that bite May confront us in the night. Then some fruited isles of green May appear so fresh and clean. We will stop there while we may, Moving on from day to day. | ||
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