I pray thee O wind, how is it, do tell...
that the river so full of sparkling life,
to who's enchanting sweet waters I fell,
be now so barren and teeming with strife.
Oh how I loath the shimmering sun,
that made my sweet river sparkle and glow.
It burns now so much that its bright light I shun.
Oh where is the river that once did flow?
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