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WHERE GO THE BOATS?

POEMS BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand;
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
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