45. Waterfall
A meandering and gentle river no more,
That across stony mountains and land did flow;
In furious currents, with a mighty roar,
A meandering and gentle river no more.
Swirling waters, over the boulders I pour,
Thunder over rocks, tumble to earth below;
A meandering and gentle river no more,
That across stony mountains and land did flow.
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