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A river is known by its appearance
And the direction of its flow
Mine is dark though clear springs feed it
And to the north it ever goes
If you want to understand it
Be it shallow, be it deep
Some say you can know a river
By the company it keeps
All its mystery and illusion
Make it not quite as it seems
You think it empties in the ocean
But it ends inside my dreams.
Copyright 2008
Mark Andrew Smith
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