
Love like precious elixir,
Green, blue, of many hues
Pure as the sweet spring –
Leaping water, living waters,
Flowing fast, east and west,
In haste to lands far away,
I desire, fetch this life-giver,
This abundant zest of vitality
So that the glamorous spring
May birth a new beginning
One that won’t lack anymore
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