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I am the water who murmurs in the valleys,

who touches the lawn with her dewy hands.

And I am the water who thickly falls from the sky,

who gently masses in the dark hollow of trees.

Water from snowy peaks,

rough and dark water who dryly rains on flowers.

Wherever you are

And whoever I am

I’ll always be water

The flaming and bitter drops

were born

from your love for me.