By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept. There Is A Legend That Everything That Falls Into The Waters Of This River -- Leaves, Insects, The Feathers Of Birds -- Is Transformed Into The Rocks That Make The Riverbed. If Only I Could Tear Out My Heart And Hurl It Into The Current, Then My Pain And Longing Would Be Over, And I Could Finally Forget.
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By The River Piedra I Sat Down
Paulo Coelho
By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept. There Is A Legend That Everything That Falls Into The Waters Of This River -- Leaves, Insects, The Feathers Of Birds -- Is Transformed Into The Rocks That Make The Riverbed. If Only I Could Tear Out My Heart And Hurl It Into The Current, Then My Pain And Longing Would Be Over, And I Could Finally Forget.
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