i know a stream whose source is in the darkness from which the world was born, i know its torrents and its raging, its meandering and its lapping, i know its course that shapes flood plain and mountain and brings down every wall i know its waters that nourish oak and alder by them alone might i be cleansed by them alone is every curse undone by them alone will this thirst be parched so that i…
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