You would close your eyes, 
And put out your hand, 
And imagine the cool between your fingers, 
It's crystal clear, and it tickles, 
But then you start to shiver...
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But wait a moment, 
And you see a picture, 
And in your mind you've just painted water.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    