Streams and Waterfalls
Stream bends. Slowly ends. Waterfalls fall. To out they call.
Fish swim. With plastic rims. Birds fly. In the sky. In search for food, they will never find.
The future. Another adventure. The future. No more.
Stream bends. Slowly ends. Waterfalls fall. To out they call.
Fish swim. With plastic rims. Birds fly. In the sky. In search for food, they will never find.
The future. Another adventure. The future. No more.
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