Whispering Stream
The whispering stream told
The story of a land so old
Majestic trees and meadow flowers
And how it rained for hours and hours
A land of green, a growing sea
But this wasn’t how it used to be
All rocks and ice for years and years
The rain came down like falling tears
But finally new life took hold
And the story of the stream was told
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