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Many Rivers
Many rivers to cross
But I cans only my will
That keeps me alive
It leave me alone
Itnt say why
Well I guess, I gotta try.
Many rivers to cross but where to begin,
Ill be times when I find myself thinking
Of committing some dreadful crime.
It seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost as I travel along
The white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross and itve been licked, washed up for years and,
I merely survive because of my pride.

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