That which is said to come already is And was, and so will be again – the sun Will rise tomorrow, perhaps not upon me But still the sun will rise again tomorrow
And warm the waters in a little stream That laughing play with fallen autumn leaves And all of them swim past a rotting pier Where little boys with their cane poles once fished
The river currents flow, and so do we To find our sunlit dreams upon that sea
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