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The river takes its time to move on, flowing With a steady determination, a vein Carrying the very lifeblood of the world, and having Carved its way through beds of rock with The steady stream of time. And also with time has come The mosses, spreading their soft blanket of green growth Among and around the carved rock, as the cool wetness Gathers there. For the river has been Here for the longest of time, carrying its load of Refreshing coolness for longer than grandfathers Or great-grandfathers have ever known. And beyond the banks of the river, the ebbing boundaries Which the river has followed for years, sits a Dense fores