It has been three hours of light, softness and warmth
Looking over the calm river with slow minutes passing by.
Mouths and hands are coming and going
All are playing, smoking, drinking and being.
When one leaves another simply drifts in-
Nothing really changes here by the river.
Life passes simply and simply passes.
Here we find the peace that can touch us all,
An embrace that will catch you if ever you fall.
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