The River
			The Trees along the riverside Do sway with the forest breeze On the foam a melody does ride, On it way to the balmy seas.
		A beautiful song to river sings, A tale of rick and hill, Of distant lands and mighty Kings And forest glades so still.
	The river's voice flows on from here Learning new tales as it flows. Soon the song reaches another ear, And where from there, who knows?
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