River of dreams,
How steadily you flow,
Filled deep with imagination,
It is the river we shall go.
Smoothly turning,
Whichever way is best,
Not knowing the stream ahead,
Is leading to a quest.
No clue at all,
Of what lies ahead,
We just follow,
And hope for a new discovery instead.
We hope to find something on our way,
Something that has meaning,
All I can say,
Is keep on dreaming.
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