Flow
Flow into the forest of great pines
Oh river of unexpected gifts
Flow away from me
Fall into distant stones
Roar into far away lands
I expect no gift from ninphs
There's no water that would
Satisfy my sincere thirst
My desire is in this land
Deep inside
Where the future rests
Where my home lies
And never wakes again
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