I hear your swift surge
Like the snaky locomotive
Cockcroaching thro tunnels
And sighing along the way
See the waters clear as the sweet spring;
Leaping crystals surge forward in haste
The waters run in joy to other lands
Feeding the shorelines all this while
Pulling along the stray crab and the torn ferns
And letting the wooing breezes of the forest befall
me
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