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Water
Roars down the mountian
Always to the sea
The mother of creation
Flows wild and free
Rises to the heavens
Floats upon a breeze
Falls as a gift of life
Soaks the grass and trees
When the need is pressing
Comes to save the day
Sometimes with great violence
Washes all away
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