" Oh the river, oh the river, it's running free
And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me
But I know it'll have to drown me
Before it can breathe easy
On the sea, on the sea, and land over land,
Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand
This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone
Echoes of a city that's long overgrown"
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