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My River |
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I love to be by the river |
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When darkness meets the dawn. |
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I love the river's silence |
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As soft as the step of the fawn. |
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I love to sit by the river |
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That God for me has made. |
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I love the forest's sunbeams |
| And it's deep and silent shade. |
| I love to sit by the river |
| Where creatures all are free. |
| And the swiftly flowing rapids |
| Laugh their way to the sea. |
| I love to be by the River |
| At the closing of the day |
| When the rising moon casts shadows |
| Where fishes dart and play. |
| It's
nice to be by the river |
| Where humans seldom trod |
| And a man can find contentment |
| In converse with his
God. |
| So I often go to the river |
| Where I sit from sun to sun |
| And I love it all so dearly |
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That I leave a thousand tasks undone. |
-O.W. Cornish-
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