The proud river flows without a doubt..
Gushing, rushing...
No time to ponder, no time to pause...
It lived a glorious past...
It dreams a future with a cause...
Them seeds must not pass...
They must be sown..
A new generation must own...
That green that be grown...
-unknown-
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