The river does not run dry
The fount that feeds it runs eternally
The mouth that drinks from it moves on,
to other streams and falling rain
When it moves on, it cares not
But the brook tumbles by itself
And by itself.
The fount that feeds it runs eternally
The mouth that drinks from it moves on,
to other streams and falling rain
When it moves on, it cares not
But the brook tumbles by itself
And by itself.
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