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Misty water Falling, Plummeting, Free-wheeling Down a staircase of Moss-blackened logs, Landing on the stepping stones Far Far Below. The mist kisses my nose and clings to my eyelashes, As I stand In a palace of green, On a moss-covered rug, And stare At the gracefully p l u m m e t i n g water, Endlessly falling, Coming and going, But always touched by my heart. |
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