The Stream

Gently does the stream flow,

Through the mountain, through the meadow.

Gently blows the breeze above it,

Whispering gently in the ripples.

Gently does the deer walk,

Through the grass and through the rushes.

Gently does the tree look on,

Tall and silent, still and ageless,

Gently does the stream flow,

Through the mountain, through the meadow,

Gently does the stream flow.

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