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I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That
thoughts
of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
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I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That
thoughts
of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
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