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RIVER.

He steers me down the River of Peace

the sun goes down and the people retreat

So drown me here and let me glide 

down the River of Peace for all of time.

His words are hot as the Indian sun

they hit me hard, a kick, a drum

Then knock me out and end my fight

and leave me here 'til this river runs dry.

This is how I turned my pictures into less than 1,000 words.

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