| Black River runs beneath this ground
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| Black River flows forever, but he makes no sound
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| He runs through me here now, and he runs through your children too
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| He runs through every man, woman, living thing
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| He runs through the wires that feed your thinking too
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| Fading, growing, fa-fading, growing
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| Breathing, flowing, fa-fading, growing
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| Receiving the hands of Light that come down from up high
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| Receiving the hands that make their mark on the back of the sky
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| Receiving the days that feed the night
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| Receiving the years that run back through time
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| Black River’s born in the mouths of old and dying men
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| Black River flows through the belly of everyone
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| Fading, growing, fa-fading, growing
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| Breathing, receiving, fa-fading, growing |