A river with no name

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Tomorrow can be brighter, 
help me polish up this old sun
Days pass by with mercurial temper, 
simmering away 
Pot is boiling double time, 
all the skins off the jackets 
Red salt dancing in the dirt, 
tender green shoots spring forth 
Tamed by loving touch, 
bowing gently 
Tomorrow it might rain, 
dampened earth under shade, 
rolling off bent grass blade
What I'd trade for a day with you smiling, 
well, and here 
We'd watch the birds 

◄ The night they killed Osama bin Laden

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