The River

you set by a river, as it floes to the sea,
it has its own movement it has its own pace,
and will be here long after our race.

yes, when man as we know him,
will be dead and gone, that mighty river will live on,
to care it's thirst to a shining sea,
so she can create life like you and me.

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just a thought at the river side