I am a mountain rill
filled with undying zeal,
That you can never tame
As I'll never fit to any formula or frame.
I am the wild wind of the hill
Free and fragrant and never be still
I live my life with no regret or shame
As life is not a game for name and fame.
Come to quench your thirst or cool your feet
I'll entertain you wholeheartedly with a warm greet
But never try to trap me in your golden prison
I'm happy with what I'm with my priceless freedom!
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