There once was a river
with water flowing on,
the streams to deliver
to where it was gone.
To somewhere around
in the far far of ways,
where longings are found
from many moon days.
The long long in a row
through forest and ground,
this waterway did go
to the seeds there around.
...fields of far and beauty.
- -
The golden going stream
gave blossoms its birth,
and blue shinning beam
from moon shined on earth.
Ah water, the elixir of life!
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