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The Brook In The Hollow
Falling water,
Lullaby for peaceful dreams,
Tumbles over ancient granite,
Cascades to deep pools,
Echoes through the hollow,
Near silent frozen winter nights,
Windows closed tight,
Spring snow melting,
Thunders through the hollow,
Gurgling and giggling summer's eves,
Trickling in harmony with falling leaves,
Ever present in the house at the end of the village,
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Thursday 18th October 2018 2:55 am
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