Flows the brook
from stone to stone
Down to the sea,
in which to drown.
Guiltless the brook,
and guileless too;
The brook does not
make me think of you.
The brook does not
for a moment guess
What bend or boil
it brawls to next,
But slips on down
to the hungry sea;
The brook is as
big a fool as me.
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