Its over and sober on a river
That flows through the language of a foreigner
It became harder, stronger, than a hammer
A harder and a solver, became the river
Sadness swept and went, by a gush of memories
Of the worries and cries
The river keeps the fears and lies
Over the sober of the river
Who struck the language of a foreigner
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