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The River
.
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When life has derailed you
And has brought you to fright
You must bravely face it
And put up a fight
.
For no one can do it
But you and only you
You must set a goal
And then follow through
.
Whether you win or lose
Is really not what counts
But if you don't even try
It will hurt in great amounts
.
I will try to show you
What it is I'm trying to say
By what could happen
On a bright shiny day
.
He could plainly see her
Standing on the other shore
Of this treacherous river
Ahh. he could take it no more
.
He knew the river had taken
So many others before him
But he was so determined
That this time he would win
.
So without any hesitation
He plunged in the water so cold
And he started to swim
With a determination so bold
.
As he struggled to cross
He felt the river grow wider
And the trees beyond it
Seemed to enclose and hide her
.
Because he had to reach her
Of two things he did know
He would surely prevail
Or in the river die doing so
.
His arms ware so heavy
And his legs ware burning
From the tremendous exertion
From the water he was churning
.
But he would not give up
For he'd made up his mind
He would cross the river
And he would leave it behind
.
And once he had done that
He would walk up to her
And take her in his arms
And they would be together
.
So he set upon his task
| With determination and devotion
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