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Water rushes far Over edge of horizon, Falling to soft mist. Water flowing long From mountains to below limit, Pooling harmony. Sleep is the water River sand in eyes, River stone eyelids. Wet whispers echo Telling stories in dry voice, The story goes here: "A boy swam here once Lovers met here long ago, Nourished were they all." Sleep rushes over Eyes fall over the abyss, River stone dreams now.