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A River Runs Wild

The wind is gently calling my name
blowing softly, whispering in vain.
The sun is hiding casting my shadow
I see it today, will I see it tomorrow?

The clouds have stopped moving across the sky
rain keeps falling and I don't know why.
The moon it travels from here to there
forever fading, going nowhere.

Sadness flows freely as rivers of rain
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