The River
As the sun sets on the riverAnd the winds begin to cool
The water starts to glimmer
Like the beauty of a jewel.
The islands calm and peaceful
A light wind begins to blow
An airboat stops to pick me up
The man says,come,lets go.
As we venture 'cross the water
The wind blowing in my face
I've finally come to understand
That this must be my place.
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