Walter and the Water

He is still, 
Deep inside his dark abyss.
He is mourning, 
like the water spring in the morning, 
longing for her mountain.

She is flowing, 
The dawn is her friend, 
and she is falling in a cascade, 
as He, the Mountain, sets her free. 

They are one, yet so distinct. 
Walter and the Water. 
They shall never meet. 
One is her hero, 
The other is his illusory lover. 
They flow together into the abyss, 
Yet they never meet. 

Oh, Mountain, bring them together,
Let them meet!
They do not yet know each other. 
The Hero and the Lover, 
Walter and the Water. 

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