Whatever comes must go
Just ask the rivers—it’s how they flow
Some travel days before they bend
Some barely start before they end
An ancient rhythm, an age-old rhyme
Rivers must die when comes the time
Whatever comes must go
Just ask the rivers—it’s how they flow
Some travel days before they bend
Some barely start before they end
An ancient rhythm, an age-old rhyme
Rivers must die when comes the time
James Araucaria 
Reread this several times. Beautiful!
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Thank you. That means a lot to me!
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