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"* No one recalled the small rill It was lost from sight long years neglected When the dam stoppered up the lakes’ fill The course drowned as waters collected But the rill, though forgotten, sti..."

"Would that I could wax poetic Maybe I wouldn’t feel so pathetic I’d wrap your heart within my charm Assure you that I meant no harm I’d offer the world, as best I could That you’d a..."