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The Rivers Flow


I'm standing at the edge of the wood                                                                                                   Birds Lullibies hang in the still air                                                                                                                                                                         Hours spent deep in the depths                                                                                                                  Sitting by the river without a care                                                                                                      Rustling of the leaves, I inhale the damp earth                                                                                Ducks swim by set in a pair                                                                                                               Living life like I wish I could                                                                                                                    Without a care                                                                                                                                      This is where I can think                                                                                                                       This is where I can breathe                                                                                                                  This is where I never want to leave                                                                                                 But I'm Standing at the edge                                                                                                               And I know It's time to go                                                                                                                          But this is where I'm me                                                                                                                         By the Rivers flow                                      

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