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Falling Stream | ||
| Like a gently falling stream, We move on from day to day Living out our daily dream, Skirting boulders on the way. We can bring refreshing cheer To the people who pass by. They are glad that we appear And they do not wonder why. One day we'll our maker meet, When we flow into the sea. That will be reunion sweet, Just where we were meant to be. | ||
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