
The river flows silently through life.
The drifting clouds of evening cast a desolate shadow.
The wind still sings its lullaby
As life passes by, the echoes of time linger on.
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The river flows silently through life.
The drifting clouds of evening cast a desolate shadow.
The wind still sings its lullaby
As life passes by, the echoes of time linger on.
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