Touching the last of what is past
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Moving silent water fell the first that comes.
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Slow and winding, flowing free
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Peaceful music in its sound of distant drums.
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Trust the shallow virgin stream
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Danger wild, beware the deeper it becomes.
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Moving highway, twisting byway
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Can't turn back.
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Singing in the summer rain
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Rain that's caught in its flow.
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Spreading, shining, silver lining
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Gold on black.
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Echoes moods of the moon and sun
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Sun that shines from below.
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Makes a soft and easy way
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Left to choose its path will always be a friend.
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Touch the last of what has past.
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Never idle river drifting to the end.
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River
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| Gentle Giant |
