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Gedicht 
to face his scars of joy and grief. Every scar tells a different story and his steady course brings me sweet relief. Each sound that he makes and each change that appears arose memories from deep within myself. Some days are bright and others are dull, but the river always is himself. I long to see the river, cause then all doubt and fear flee. All I see and love about the river, actually is me. Kommentare
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