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Purifying
waters that run cool and free
Quenching thrists
of flower and tree.
You can hear it's
song, it's gentle dance
It's caressing
hands, and liquid stance.
It's embrace,
and peaceful flow
Takes away the
sorrows, when we feel low.
It cleans our
body, and our soul
When spirits brake,
it returnes them whole.
It's flow is on
an endless path
Consumes us with
its placid bath.
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