In the falling dusk
We sit in the bank of
The river flowing steady
Behind the chain of
Hills on the other side
To go down the sun is ready
We talk about the
Passing day and its
Many struggles to live
Ups and downs
Gains and losses and
Dreams that we did weave
Life is half gone
Our friendship has
Face challenges of time
It is forever sweet
And beautiful like a
Stream's mellifluous chime
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