That river still flows
On its way at the glows
That river still shines
Making its path that rhymes
That river still speaks
Words of the mountains and peaks
That river…
She tells the story
Of the victory and the glory
The pain and the pinches
The rivals and the bloodsheds
The lordships and the hatred
Misted away in mindless games
Rusted to stay in soundless crowd
The crowd that made no sound
Still gave me reasons to be profound
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