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The rivers depths,
Does rise and fall,
With the rains and snows.
I stop by,
From time to time, to toss some coins,
to make a wish,
then I walk away.
When the rivers at its lowest,
the coins can all be seen,
Then I wonder,
if those who pass,
Know that it was me.
To them they are just money,
Nothing more or less,
to me they are my wishes,
hoping for the best.
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coins in the river
coins in the river
