The boulders sit in tumbled blocks of gray,/ Caressed and clothed in gowns of green so pale;/ The falls below are quiet. . . dry today,/ A sweet, sweet silence fills the winding vale.
The boulders sit in tumbled blocks of gray,/ Caressed and clothed in gowns of green so pale;/ The falls below are quiet. . . dry today,/ A sweet, sweet silence fills the winding vale.
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The boulders sit in tumbled blocks of gray,/ Caressed and clothed in gowns of green so pale;/ The falls below are quiet. . . dry today,/ A sweet, sweet silence fills the winding vale.
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