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Walking down to the lonely dale
I found across the grassy land a thin trail
Along which a drop of dew had gone rolling
Toward a bed of sands on its way rising and falling
Across the flat bed of sands it struggles to move ahead
It rolled ahead a little, collided with a stone and broke its head
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