This stream is the last
intoxified source of
pure cool clean clear water.
It is tumbling through forever
waiting on each of you.
Pull up a weightless rock this
stream is so pure you can't
pollute it go a head try.
Falling asleep in it you wake up
realizing your thinking was all wrong
no longer do I make tears of sorrow
instead they help feed this stream.
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