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A fountain runs and winds along

Through green hills and craggy rocks alike

It flows with blood and salt and every emotion there is

Each finding its way by forces felt by all yet

With no chronicle or databank it’s easy to forget

Yet these songs are vibrating through time and space

If we would only halt our scraping grind

We would hear our native melodies

Inspiring us from natures whim

We might for a while find harmonys embrace