A racing cloud seeks its reflection in the running river.
And so I seek myself in you.
We who change each passing moment
must know
that only the changeless in me
can hold hands
with the changeless in you.
And so I seek myself in you.
We who change each passing moment
must know
that only the changeless in me
can hold hands
with the changeless in you.
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