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A river flows through the forest,
its never-ending song echoing
From time to time animals pass by,
or perhaps drink the water it provides
The trees stretch to the sky,
the branches spreading out to collect warmth
Birds fly and sing their song,
and eventually collect to calm in the tree
A mountainous mountain,
up, up it goes, though it never grows
Past the trees, past the clouds
Though definitely not past the sun
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