Rivers,
Mysterious entites...
I had mine.
I was hers.
Behind trees,
To contemplate her,
I was fine.
She was here.
I was there.
So far away her.
So close away her.
She was below the valley.
And behind her, a daisy...
So weak, so sweet.
My river, so powerful, so cold.
And me behind the tree,
I was there not brave, I told...
I told you, the story,
Into my mind,
From my mine.
Close and far her,
The pretty River
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