We are the boat, we are the sea, I sail in you, you sail in me.
What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt - it is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn't want to go anywhere else.
Where there is much light, the shadow is deep.
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
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