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A small stream was born in the mountain. It sucked water from the souls and from the ground ... It became a wand, uncertain, even pathetic, which hath hath spoken to this day ... And from the stream, a river was born, which really lurks in the valley ... Gathered from the sun rays ... he smiled, hurry! Takes with you the colors of the rainbow ... She grew up ... It became a river. Get even a name ... But he's gotten tired down in the plain now. And you know the waste fields of your fields ... And so she took our poisons into the water