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Flow and Still.
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead.
Up above the sky is deep,
why to think of past and weep,
now is the time...
Is never a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead.
Up above the sky is deep,
why to think of past and weep,
now is the time...
