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When the Cmountain touches the valley, all the cFlouds are taught to fly. So our Csouls will leave this land most peacefulGly. Though our Cminds be filled with questions, in our Fhearts, we'll understand. When the Criver Gmeets the D----A sea.
Like a Cflower that has blossomed, in the Fdry and barron sand. We are Cborn, and born again most gracefuGlly. Thus the wCinds of time will take us with a D A E D---A sure and steady hand. When the river meets the sea.
FPatience my brothers, and Cpatience my sons. In that D7sweet and final hour, truth and jGustice will be done!
Like a Cbaby when it is sleeping in its Floving mothers arms. What a Cnew born baby dreams is a mysteGry. But in his Clife, he'll find the purpose, and in D A E D---A A E time, he'll understand. When the river meets the sea. When the river meets the FalmCighGty Csea