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It floats over the land, It cuts the tallest mountain, Its voice is like a fountain, Its body like a snake, Will flow into a lake.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
What do angels sing in the shower?