All that I have is a river,
The river is always my home.
Lord take me away,
For I just cannot stay,
I'll sink in my skin and my bones.
The water sustains me without even trying.
The water can't drown me,
I'm done with my dying.
Now the I land I knew is a dream,
And the line on the distance grows feint,
So wide is my river,
The horizon a sliver,
The artist has run out of paint.
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