I walked with the river in kind of a dream
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Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me
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To the clamour of rushes and deeply barren trees
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A drunk making blossom, the blush to be seen
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I told him my sorrows and broken-down dreams
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Confessed every lie, replayed every scene
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He openly wept as he listened to me
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And then, with the sun in the west, he showed me the sea
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The River
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| Elbow |
