I am the brook,
Who starts from the mountain crook
As I'm flowing
I'm glowing
With a cold flow
I gently blow
With a cool breeze

I have a good fame
And a sane
As I flow down
I go to the town
It may be little maddy
The gleam touches my body
I just give a grim.

After meeting tall skyscrapers
I'm filled with papers and wrappers
Now I cant make any tunes
Which is so good as phones
I just gush out to escape from this place
I'm also filled in vase
And I'm just flounce here.

It's time for a brawl-well
In the stony gravel
I think the stones are trained
To make the paper drain
Now I'm clear
And I have no fear
I'm sure that I'm in azure.

I bend down my knee
To get a kick from the forest bee
I flow through the flamboyant flowers
And cherub like butterflies with charming colors
To visit the beautiful site
People come in the morning light
To test my sane.

I think myself as a Duke kingdom
Ruled by serious seldom
Lusty trout, sherbet dabs are tiny sweets
Made by frisky feets
Often I try to escape from the skyscrapers
To get rid of papers and wrappers
But I cant be devious.

In the naive nascent night sleep
To see the marvelous moon I just peep
When I peep out stars too peep out with me
Suddenly when I think of mixing into the sea
Often I try to escape from the skyscrapers
To get rid of papers and wrappers
But I cant be devious.

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