（∕Mm, if you listen, you can hear it call, "Wailerie."）㏕There is a river called the river of no return. Sometimes it*s peaceful and sometimes wild and free. Love is a traveller on the river of no return, swept on forever to be lost in the stormy sea. "Wailerie," I can hear the river call where the roaring water falls. "Wailerie," I can hear my lover call, "Come to me." I lost my love on the river, and forever my heart will yearn. Gone, gone forever down the river of no return. "Wailerie, wailerie*" He*ll never return to me. No return, no return, no return*
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