Little river, my thoughts, let it flow. Let it flow when no one is watching, Let it flow when no one cares, Let it know when everyone’s talking, Silence prevails. Little wind, my thoughts, let it blow. Let it blow when winter comes, Let it blow when trees are sipping, Let it blow when the snow wafts, It’ll sleep under its own lullaby. So little and quiet, A million beautiful stars shooting over the dark, dark sky. --

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