What's it take to cleanse a polluted river?
Takes Mountains, and mountains, brother:
Takes a hard bed, a soft silt bed sister
That's why silver and gold are so pure
They burned in the sun's highest summit
Ablutions were discovered in that plummet
That's what it takes for a virgin or a whore
That's what it takes to cleanse, procure
A body of water another sees, effulgent.
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