By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 3
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-boatingWhere will all come home?
On goes the riverAnd out past the mill,Away down the valley,Away down the hill.
Away down the river,A hundred miles or more,Other little childrenShall bring my boats ashore....

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