| A river of time, it marks our life
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| From birth to death, there is no rhyme
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| A chance to meet, along the way
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| Will we go or, will we stay?
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| There is no sound of, tolling bells
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| The task on earth is living well
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| I dreamt my grandma, held my hand
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| Felt the stranger, in this land
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| Her ancient voice called, out to me
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| And have your choices, plain to see
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| It? |
| s time to move on, down the line
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| All you floatin? |
| in a river of time
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| The banks were shrouded, in the fog
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| From the shore, a barkin? |
| dog
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| Recalled a time, long forgot
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| The flowers there, Forget-Me-Nots
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| I saw a wave from, friends of mine
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| As I rowed down the river of time
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| It might be nice I, could have said
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| To speak to loved ones, long since dead
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| Lives still flow there, on the shore
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| And I shan? |
| t see them, anymore
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| Not on this side, but in dreams
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| And dreams aren? |
| t always what they seem
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| The river flows, it? |
| s just begun
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| My daughter follows, and my son
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| When my time ends, I? |
| ll rest on land
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| And while I slumber, they? |
| ll still stand
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| They? |
| re a part of that endless line
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| We all still float in a river of time
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| As I float through, another day
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| There are no waves to, rock my way
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| Water lifts, my spirits high
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| And in this moment, you and I
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| Feel the current, flow so fine
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| As we float down a river of time |