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O river of my childhood longings lost, / The sunrise of my youth now gone, / With clouds now crossed / The skyline of my daily dawn. / And yet the glory and the freshness still / Remains in what I want and wish and will.
O river of my childhood longings lost, / The sunrise of my youth now gone, / With clouds now crossed / The skyline of my daily dawn. / And yet the glory and the freshness still / Remains in what I want and wish and will.