A misty morning, a rainy day
Yet sunshine pouring, with smiling gaze
Be there no dreams, this river floweth
Just watch the currents, as life passeth
I am no flower, and neither thorn
I am the seed, from which all was born
Yet sunshine pouring, with smiling gaze
Be there no dreams, this river floweth
Just watch the currents, as life passeth
I am no flower, and neither thorn
I am the seed, from which all was born
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