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Feb 2014
There are many rivers to cross, and I can't seem to find my way on.
I wander.
I am lost.
As I travel all alone.
Why am I alone?

Sometimes, i need to stop myself.
Stop myself from commiting, a dreadful crime.

Loneliness won't leave me alone!
What a trap!
See now i'm on my own.

Yes, they left me.
They didn't say why.
Now it's time to cry.

Many rivers
Many rivers
Many rivers
Many river long

Many river to cross
Many river to cross
Crístál Válęntíná
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Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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