| The life in us is like water in a river
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| May rise this year, may rise higher than man has ever known
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| May come to pass that a mortal flowing river
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| Will rise so high, flood the mountainside to the valleys down below
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| The sun up above shines its fury on the prairie
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| You can’t hide from it, you can try it, but you’ll never get away
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| These are fields the clouds have all forsaken
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| They’ve taken off, no more waterfalls till the earth has turned to clay
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| The land where we dwell will not always be dry I see
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| Foreign land banks that were washed by the ancient stream
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| I see it all from where I’m standing on the mountain
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| Hear the valleys cry, still some question why
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| They cannot see the way
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| They’re digging graves, every day they’re getting deeper
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| For the birds that fly through the darkened sky
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| Will there be another day?
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| Long after we’re gone, still the earth will turn round and round
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| And all we’ve created will crumble into the ground
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| The life in us is like water in a river
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| May rise this year, may rise higher than man has ever known |