It flows, it shows,
The endless time of water,
Goes through the passing day,
It stops and it starts,
The tears drip with flow,
An gives out a soft cry
Nor is it blue or red,
It streams with sadness,
Just like a crying river
Letting the river flow,
Through the passing seasons,
Make it stop, make it stop
Let the river be dry again,
Just wipe away the drops, ,
An wipe away the tears,
With a little bit of love..
1/02/09
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