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| In the forest green and steep Is a secret few could keep. 'Tis a waterfall so clear That is music to the ear. Down the ancient rock it pours. Year on end its pow'r endures. All alone, I strip and lunge 'Neath the gleaming, roaring plunge. How it thunders on my head, Banishing all care and dread. Then I lift my voice to sing Praise to God for this great thing. | ||
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