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But never did the river stop it's flow.
Never has there been a rainless year,
And never shall life be a greyish colour.
Never was the change so defined and bland,
And nor do I remember when I started walking without a hand.
All that remains is me until the day the sand comes up to me,
Till that day I am going to stay a winner.
Never did I hear what love was,
But how does it matter life can't be given a pause now.
Going to just go with the flow,
Till the river goes to the falls.
And then I would look back at the world,
Waive a good bye and poke up a finger.
Never would I be winning life over,
So how about going beaming like it was clever.

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