| There is a black river
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| It passes by my window
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| And late at night
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| All dolled up like Christ
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| I walk the water
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| Between the piers
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| Singing
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| Oh
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| River of sorrow
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| River of time, river
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| River of sorrow
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| Don’t swallow this time
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| For we all know the baby has expired
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| Long ago she was pulled from the mire
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| And no precious liar or well-wisher
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| Can return the love that was stolen
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| Oh
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| River of sorrow
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| River of time, river
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| River of sorrow
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| Don’t swallow this time
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| Can you see the light
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| At the end of the dark passageway
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| Take me wit you towads this light
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| Into the darkness passing over the faces in the river
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| Hear me!
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| I’m whispering in your ear!
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| Oh
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| River of sorrow
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| Oh, river of time
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| River of sorrow
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| Don’t swallow this time
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| Oh
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| River of sorrow
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| Oh, river of time
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| River of sorrow
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| Don’t swallow this time |