The River

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All along the river bank,

Plants grow wild and free.

Travelling down the river,

you sit and stare at me.

I look into your deep blue eyes,

and wonder what I'll see

and what I see is unexpected

and not your love  for me

you don't love me and you'll leave

I can see it in your eyes

And as I look I recall what you said,

And I see that they were all lies

Then I sent you away and now you're gone

And it's all because you lied

No i am running wild and free

alogn the river of the tear I've cried.

 

 

 

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 24, 2011 ⏰

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