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Rushing Water And Rustling Leaves

  • March 24, 1998

I know a place
where we can go.
It’s down by the river;
one may listen to the wind blow.
Listen to the rushing waters
and the wind blowing
through a thousand leaves.
Leave your troubles behind…
come with me
to the place of rushing waters,
and rustling leaves.

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