The River and me
Both long for the sea
She knows better though
Where to bend and where to flow
Quick, quick, then slow
She is not always rushing about
She knows how to calm down
Slow her pace
Calm and still
Up a mountain
Down a hill
Knowing her destiny filled
To reach from whence she came
Am I not the same
Explains this yearning in my soul
For a world I have never known
But I got a deposit in my soul
Just long for the pace that is tov
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