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Mountain Stream


Purest of water, fresh from clouds
That brushed the mountain peaks,
Raining down and gushing round
As avenues it seeks
In which to flow unhindered
Down to plains that wait below
For fresh, pristine refreshment
Only mountain streams bestow.



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