The brook of my childhoodmeandered in dreams,where lazy hours flowedthrough the valley;when in youth I driftedon her water and shouldersto where the world opens;when with age I found herdying as she filled the ocean.~
The brook of my childhood
meandered in dreams,
where lazy hours flowed
through the valley;
when in youth I drifted
on her water and shoulders
to where the world opens;
when with age I found her
dying as she filled the ocean.~
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