A great stream grumbles down the hill
Cataracts looming its way
It falls into a deep pool
With eddies whirling and vapours
Rising like snow
It leaks out of the pool
Slithering like a snake
And finding a friend at a confluence
Journeying down slowly
Until it rests in a sea.
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