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meadows of infinite wisdom
are filled with the spirits
of old,
though their time has passed
their existence lingers,
spirits of times to
come make their mark,
lasting past the
world beyond,
weeping willows speak
of brave warriors,
the still brook runs
keeping mother
earth alive,
misting waterfalls tenderly
caress the winding body below,
ancient spirits fill our
souls with worry and woe,
from them infinite wisdom flows!!!!!

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