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Weeping by its bank, the willows flank
The river rushing on.
By the hopes and prayers and other cares of mortals,
Into the sea, its destiny
The river rushes on.
Indifferent to the joy, unfeeling of the pain
The tumbling waters churn.
Past child and clinging lover, and by the blazing funeral pyre,
As life and love is lived and lost
The river rushes on.
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