From my source the gathering waters have been flowing since time began
Hundreds of wars have I seen, and millions of warriors,
Led, clad, weaponed differently in every century,
But always spilling the same blood.
What do the hills around me
And the sky above me still harbour?
I hear the people on both my banks.
They build no bridges for reconciliation.
But I must flow,
But I must hear;
But I must see,
From the source to the ocean
For in me there is room for all.
(Ondra Lysohorsky)
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