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There is a river whose
Streams make glad my city
Floating its way by the cliffs and the parks
And wade through the shallows
And weigh down the clothes
See all the towers we
Used to call home
Every name and every word
Stored on the shelves that talked about you
Fell like a torrent, loosed like a storm
Guide the wind in your hands
Guide the wind in your hands
Was this meant to be or
Was it but a dream
Ten feet below that gold night
My spyglass, unneeded, sat trained on the star
And that's when
Every name and every word
Stored on those shelves that talked about you
Fell like a torrent, loosed like a storm
Guide the wind in your hands
Guide the wind in your hands
Now I see all the towers we're
Gonna call home
Where every name and every word
Stored on those shelves that talk about you
Fall like a torrent, loosed like a storm
Guide the wind in your hands
Where every name and every word
Stored on those shelves that talk about you
Fall like a torrent, loose like a storm
You guide the wind in your hands
Guide the wind in your hands
There is a river
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Benjamin Taylor
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