When there was love, I saw the cloud
Clear as crystal, like the sweet spring
Leaping in joyful haste to other lands,
Oh happy water, hissing away, joyfully
Tumbling off rocks, falling from heights
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Now I sit musing over the fast flowing stream
Two things wont ever come back, water and time!
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