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Continue to ChatThe melancholy river bears us on. when the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, i see your face, i hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. what are you whispering? sorrow, sorrow. joy, joy. woven together, like reeds in moonlight. - https://www.relicsworld.com/virginia-woolf/the-melancholy-river-bears-us-on-when-the-moon-comes-through-the-author-virginia-woolf