The memories of that grand rock are
Some of the fondest thoughts I know
It has done such good for me so far
Though sadly I was forced to go
Yes just for a small bit of time
But I hate that I've been away
Could I still so easily climb?
Or does my beautiful rock now sway?
It was left standing tall in that river
With water that could wear it down
This rock was my life's beauty-giver
Had I abandoned it to drown?
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