47: Living Stream
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You lost your trail
by the trickling riverside.
That living stream of memories,
ebbing and flowing,
branching away for a while,
but always converging
again.
by the trickling riverside.
That living stream of memories,
ebbing and flowing,
branching away for a while,
but always converging
again.
When you next lose sight
of the glimmering riverbed,
don't fear,
but dream of meeting it
again.
of the glimmering riverbed,
don't fear,
but dream of meeting it
again.
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