Currents

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the stream passes 
over rocks of red and swirl 
sleeps under branches 
protected from pretensions 

guide me to your garden 
herbs and plants, garnished 
reaching our pardons 
we glide above the tree tops

bridge of steel bridge our years 
bring out ways to rouse our deeds 
we hear the swelling that we feel 

embrace the sounds tranquil

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