I'm a babbling brook
and merrily do I run
over rocks and stones
beneath the shining sun.
Up above are mountain tops
covered with trees of greens.
They reach up high to touch the sky
that their beauty may be seen.
On the road the people roam,
a relaxed twinkle in their eye.
With ease in their gate, they enter town late,
pausing to smile as they pass by.
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