Had been to a mountain
which had a fountain
that worked with colourful water
being not an artificial charter
being a natural delight
with no dealing slight
luxurious and wonderful
impressing the spectator to the full
set amidst the surroundings magnificent
with dense trees and verdant relevance
the fountain gushed out merrily
seemingly singing out a lyric cheerfully
an exuberance to be experienced
not easy to be expressed.
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