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Rivers run to the sea
Feel her tugging at your coattails
Pulling you downstream
Past unruly riverboat queens
Streams sire mighty rivers
Seeking the deep ever after
Sorrow drains from humble lands
Toiled by humble hands
Your daddy's daddy
Back bent in permanent labor pangs
Run old river
There is blood in them waters
The current quickens at the speed of four generations
Weeping willows serve as pall bearers
Mourning the coming tide
The sea calls for the river
In the unspoken code of lovers lost and found
Rivers always run to the sea...
