River flows like silver thread,
reflecting the dawn sky red.
Trees on the banks, sway and yield,
Their leaves rustling in the field.
As mist lifts, the river glows.
A new river no one knows,
flows onward, both day and night,
ever present, such delight.
Hear its gurgle, its babble
Learn from its tittle-tattle.
For the river knows its way
to stay on track, never stray.
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