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Mountain peaks
capped with snow were your abode,
You roam the sky now, oh
water, as cloud laden with raindrops.
In the evening and the morn,
your reflection in the golden sunlight creates a dream world.
Yet, you fell as rain at the
irresistible call of the green earth.
And was imprisoned in the
deep below the ground.
Now you have gushed forth
again in remembrance of the freedom of the blue sky.
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