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The river laughs a long long laugh
The grass sings with the wind
Orion has gone a hunting
Through fields I have never been.

The stars wander through the night
Seasons make them change
The moon dances in and out
And cycles all again.

If these ordered things can move in time
And keep heaven and earth aright
There also must be order in
My wandering days and nights?

O sit by my side
And sing some old old song
It seems this life is fleeting
We don't have very long.