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The endles waters of the river writes on.
Its history is written as it runs on.
Crops flourished by its rushing side.
Industrial cities rise by its side.
Day and night it moves on by.
Endlesly traveling to the oceans tide.
There never seems a convenient time.
For the waters to move over the line.
It doesn't ask if your are ill.
Are you recovering from a catastrophy still?
Waters do rise, ice does jam.
You only do what you can.
An endless journey of water runs on.
The story it writes is very long.
Its history is written as it runs on.
Crops flourished by its rushing side.
Industrial cities rise by its side.
Day and night it moves on by.
Endlesly traveling to the oceans tide.
There never seems a convenient time.
For the waters to move over the line.
It doesn't ask if your are ill.
Are you recovering from a catastrophy still?
Waters do rise, ice does jam.
You only do what you can.
An endless journey of water runs on.
The story it writes is very long.
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The River Writes On
The River Writes On
