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FLOW ON
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We are rivers flowing through time
Starting out as a formless cloud
Falling to Earth as gentle rain
Seeking our course, growing in power
As we weather torrential storms
Meandering on sunny days mile after mile
Our banks widening from the erosion of our turbulence
Never knowing what's around the bend
Losing sight of our Source in the mists of time
Until we reach the Infinite Ocean of the Unknown
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