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"I walked with the river in kind of a dream Hand in hand, the all-knowing river and me To the clamour of rushes and deeply barren trees A drunk making blossom, the blush to be seen I told him my sorrows and broken-down dreams Confessed every lie, replayed every scene He openly wept as he listened to me And then, with the sun in the west, he showed me the sea "