A Thousand Streams

I've heard a thousand streams I haven't seen.
They spring from hillsides, vanish underground
and never leave a trace to show they've been.
I've heard a thousand streams. I haven't seen
a single one. The sound of water means
so little in a city that has drowned.
I've heard a thousand streams I haven't seen
spring out of hills. They live under the ground.

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