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The RiverWaking up and finding she's not thereSleepy looking around to find out where I am Get out of bed, go tripping down the stairs And before you eat your breakfast, say your prayers And the early morning pigeons fly around Getting startled on my lonely footed sound And yesterday's newspaper is flying too Whirling down the wind that I once knew And the red and yellow birds come drifting by Reflecting in themselves the windy sky And you walk along beside them in a dream And you wonder where they're going and where they've been And the river's smiling bravely through the rain Thinks everything is really just the same And the rain comes down, and wets the curly hair Of the children playing where your memories were |