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Stream

I.

Sitting quietly upon the banks,

From the purest source I have drank.

It flows crisply, ever gently down,

In its depths I could easily drown.

II.

The sounds are calming and soothing,

They remove my feelings of brooding.

The currents bring relaxation,

My troubles come to cessation.

III.

Whisked to a place only I know,

Before me the tributary flows.

Soon I know that I will be blessed,

Swimming the stream of my consciousness.

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