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The Stream of Life Speaks

I forever am flowing Where am I going. Rippling the in breeze, Your I hopes tease; But flow I deep And where creep! flood you I young I old, am and am I bracing I cold; am and am When depths stir my you You success failure. find or And one ever me, no can dam For become sea. I the Cecelia Hopkins, 1985

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