The rivers run and none shall know
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How long their waters yet may flow
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We read the record of the past
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While time withholds the future cast
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Yet in their flowing to the sea
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The rivers fill their destiny
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And to the measure of their lays
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Run on and on through endless days
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And in the rise
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The light and glow
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Of grand old rivers in their flow
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From distant hills through dales and lea
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The fair passaic seeks the sea
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The fair passaic seeks the sea
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And overhead in arch of stone
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There flows a tide so slow and prone
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To will of men whose genius planned
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A waterway that runs through land
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Until its slow and lazy tide
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O'erflows its banks on either side
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And vaste expanse of wasteland fills
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With ooze of water at its wilt
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And in the rise
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The light and glow
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Of grand old rivers in their flow
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From distant hills through dales and lea
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The fair passaic seeks the sea
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The fair passaic seeks the sea
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Song Of The Passaic
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Fountains Of Wayne |