Yet whenever I cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.
...
And forever and forever,
As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes...
As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes...
Henry Longfellow ("The Bridge")
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