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Mighty river, charged with haste,
Sleepless with my fragrance
This is I, the Magnolia.
Still is my being, on a secret path,
A profound travel of sprouting leaves,
A journey of blossom springs.
Mighty river, motioned wild,
Lost you are
In endless course--
While my stirring soul remains ineffable --
Reaching out for light, like life--
A happiness the sky fathoms,
As does night's speechless star.
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