| When I see rivers tearing hills
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| Finished with mountains with the hill at my back
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| I watch silt sink
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| The river shown by walking downhill
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| Breath becoming clouds, becoming rain
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| Uprooting hillsides, dissolving bones
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| The stone groans an ode
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| To wind and dust clouding
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| In air, the song revealing
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| The standing wave in the stream
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| Bodies assembled of dust
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| Brought temporarily
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| In the river, the rocks groan
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| Oh, water pouring through me, pouring my mouth
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| Trees bend in my sighing and lie down
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| The river shown groans an ode
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| To form and assembly
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| Alive, the song revealing
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| At the end of the day
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| Cold light comes from the side
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| I stop what I’m doing
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| And a river of cold wind brings night
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| Night falls, cloaks the world
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| Impenetrable darkness
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| A chill rises from the soil
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| Erodes the world of dreams
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| In ashes and fog
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| Suddenly life has new meaning
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| Alive, propped on bones
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| Overwhelming feeling
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| Confused, watching dust dancing
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| In the blow the stones erode
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| The river revealing
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| Awake, revealed and fleeting |