A constant river flows down a deep gorge
It’s destiny, just to reach a deep blue sea
Hurdles as it pass by, destruction, sometimes
Clinch down a million thirsty throats, passim
At a border of mountain height, struggles and stare
At the bank of plain, flows like a blanket of nature care
To the stones, dare to overthrow, when I’m dared
To the desert of null moisture, I’ll be a hope forever
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