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Over hills,
your cry echoes.
It flows with the river-stream,
It dances with the breeze
until the breeze turns to wind
and the wind to storm.
There is no appeasing your sound
there is no argument, no compromise;
your pain will be heard
through the meadows
and deserts
alike.
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