The lovely roar of waterfalls,
the misty spray that fills the air,
the moss that grows along the side,
I think there’s surely magic there.
Where nothing can be heard except
the lovely roar of waterfalls,
behind the cascade I once stepped
into what seemed cathedral walls.
I felt the spirits of the past
who might have heard so long ago
the lovely roar of waterfalls
as to the sea the rivers flow.
While standing there, a presence felt
beside me in this hallowed hall.
It seemed it might be list’ning to
the lovely roar of waterfalls.
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